How Bland

How bland is day which shines no sun,

which yields no rays of golden fun.

How droll it is to gaze at clouds,

observe the gathered droplet crowds.

I feel no sadness, I feel no pain;

yet happiness I forget again.

I'm offered nothing, no crystal drops,

not even reason to find sheltered shops.

It seems as life offers little else,

as a dusty tome upon the shelf,

read once only for droll ambitions,

forgotten in wake of new editions.

The writer's name was too long ignored

so no one cared he fell on his sword.

Darkness sinks as the heart is blackened,

The sweet strings of life now stretched and slackened.

The music stops and stillness creeps

as depression crawls and slowly seeps.

I long for answers to polls unknown,

glancing from pits of skull and bone.

I have no reason to feel so weary,

but what reason have you to feel so cheery.

I hold no grudge to life and to others,

but why does it feel 'tis me that life bothers.

Awaken me from this trance of dull sleep,

or I may search for joy un' a place six more deep.

Reviews

[fox walker]

the thing I don't understand is why don't you have more reviews.

[fox walker]

the style of your poems is awesome. I have been reading a lot of poems on here but I just can't get into them
I like how you're constantly rhyming.....I noticed that a lot of people don't do that..I am NOT bashing at

There work I just don't enjoy reading poems like that..I got into poems reading stuff like Edgar Allan Poe that kind of style
my favorite line from this poem is

The writer's name was too long ignored
so no one cared he fell on his sword. I would have never thought of that in the thousand years