Within a Troubled Mind

 

Within a Troubled Mind   Whose ear has heard a thousand blended notes And listened not to what it is they've said? Whose lonely heart lies beaten, barren, dead When, once, sweet love had carried it afloat? No reason seems quite plausible to say When what was once a hopeful heart lies slain; Old wounds command cold thoughts that issue pain As drowning sorrows swell to heighten fray. All senses numb themselves against the world; All feeling vacates, frozen back in time. Depression is an icy slope to climb Within a mind where troubles are but swirled. Those thousand notes remain a lovely blend, But will they last until despair can end? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ By Sharon Miller Bolander  © 2009 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Oh such a sad write, but in the notes stems hope. Beautiful!

[Helena]

Oh Sharon this was amazing. The word that comes to mind is perfection.
Perfectly written and presented. A lovely poem indeed and a joy to read
even though it was about depression. I loved your take on this insidious
condition that many suffer from today.

Bravo! ~ Helena