I find myself walking in dark path of frustration
Bitter and Angry
Sad and Gloomy
It is a long walk into the light again
A path opens
A path into my fantasy
Sweet Fantasy
Romantic Fantasy
Frustrating fantasy
You wait for me
Standing by the open door
You reach for me
I walk towards you and take your hand
We walk into the house
God only knows what will happen
Behind the close door
I awake in the morning
I regret that moment
I walk away while your sleeping on your bed
I walk out of the house
I walk back into the despair path of life
The path that leads to you disappear
I walk alone
Frustrated with tears flowing down my cheeks
A new path opens leading into my sanctuary
I walk into my sanctuary
I close the door
I cry
My soul is downcast
I desire the things I can’t have
I lie on my bed
I close my eyes
I sleep
I had an awful day, yesterday
I had an awful night
Now, I’m walking into the bright path again
I can see everything clearly
Despair left
I can smile again
It’s always a challenge to contribute meaningful and appropriate commentary on a “corpus” or body of work,like for instance three pieces submitted en bloc,than it is on the whole to a single isolated poem.This piece and its two companion or sibling pieces in the triumvirate display a well-honed degree of linguistic savoir-faire and an emotional maturity and equilibrium that is often lacking or under-developed in similarly themed poetry such as that favoured and promoted by the self-referencing grandees of the Poetry Society.Readers of poetry on this site cannot possibly over-estimate the standard to which they are becoming accustomed of contributions such as these.If poetry was a sport,then this captures something of the ethereal elegance of Barcelona F.C.
Wow! That was a deep comment! Thanks!