Beauty of a Sunset
Sitting on top of the mountain
I was exclaiming at the beauty
of a sunset I wouldn't want a life
without nature in it.
Now as I age I face far greater
limitations,
I felt so many varieties
of emptiness lately.
I need to block the
meaningful communication,
and be willing to become
transformed to ignore
what my ego is saying,
and listen to my soul.
I have but one dream
that's my family,
one heart that's me in them
with them no matter
wherever they are,
near or far we will reach
that star, we will spend
much time as a family,
it never happened .
My life is sad although
I did nothing that bad
to deserve to live,
as lonesome as it can get.
I yearn to live a life
where all is bright
and everything is alright
before losing my insight.
That is why unfortunately
my choices and options
became more limited.
Living in the past
I had to learn how to live
my life with those restrictions,
imposed on me due to our
financial circumstances,
because of the sixteen years
of war in our country.
My heart is homeless
escaped to lay on a pavement,
beg a passer by offer a tissue
to wipe away the unspoken,
that was hiding in me
for years.
Oh! twister, whirl me strongly
towards spring showers,
wet my brain with a drop
of water to surface intact,
accept that my loneliness
is doomed.
Alone I am.
Therese Bacha
14 September
2014 Contest for PD. A poem never put in a contest before.
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2014
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