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Forever Blue

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Forever blue

 

Behind a bubble of glass—someone knocks and calls my name

Their voice is muffled

My hearing— dulled from the pain

 

I guess I’m here

But— not really

This melancholie ache

Means I cannot think clearly

 

People move with purpose

Their lives seem so together

While I’m stuck down a dark well

That goes on forever

 

Others say they’ve been there

And that they know how it feels

But this is not ‘every day sadness’

Are their testaments real?

 

Will I ever get out?

And can it get better?

Cause I feel— like I’m lost and forgotten

In this damn well— that goes on forever—and ever

 

I’m told that hope is present— every day

Like a gentle light in a  window —peeking  through

I pray that there is

So I’m not left behind— forever blue

◄ Finding My Way

Put me on the kitchen counter—please! ►

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Rasa Kabaila

Tue 17th Aug 2021 05:07

Thank you Brenda and Stephen. There certainly always is hope— we just need to remind each other of that, at different times when the going is tough, don't we. ?
Sending you both warm wishes and a beautiful day.

Kind regards,
Rasa

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Brenda Wells

Mon 16th Aug 2021 19:07

Thank you for sharing this very powerful and heartfelt piece Rasa.
Take care

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 16th Aug 2021 17:28

Thank you, Rasa. There is hope. Don't forget that writing gives meaning and also pleasure to many readers.

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