My Mad Melancholy

Since pain has become

a blank page

and life can be bought in

a random second hand shop,

get up and teach me

how to be silent without a punch line.

My mad melancholy

will be an excuse

to regain loneliness.

Your love fades away like a scream

that everyone is afraid of.

My yesterday's dream

turned into a whisper

that is not worth waiting for.

Our last unborn night is dying in me.

Prayer ends in us.

The thirst spoken by strange lips

is fading in us.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A very melancholy poem of self worth, loneliness and perhaps memories of past relationship…..I like your metaphors, especially “ life can be bought in a random second hand shop”…….a very potent phrase.
Nice work.
Best
Betty

[M. J. Smith]

Some hearts are simply not meant to join. And yet, all those long nights that haunt us like wandering demons... Grief, loss, feels like a compass spinning out of control. Thought provoking words.

[John the Baptist]

A very powerful statement about loss and grief. The speaker at this point sees no alternative to lonely despair. The passage of time is his only hope now. By the way, I would have sworn English is your first language.

[KAREN]

It's such a heartfelt right and written so beautifully. The reader can feel the sadness and pain!