Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

Mal De Vivre

He ached
from morning
into sleep

Slip sliding
a darkness veil
never seeing
the sun
morose he be

Melancholic
sullen angst
singing in his head
day never broke
in gloomy skies
sun never rise

He ached
with every breath
his malaise
in dismal anguish
holds no cure
no relief
tolerating
his condition
hopeless
in denial
alone
his ennui  
unbearable



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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P.S. Awtry May 2, 2019 at 9:23 AM such ache in this, physical, mental, emotional...soul. And the title, befitting. excellence, as always... Line Gauthier May 3, 2019 at 8:40 AM Thank you so much, PS, for your most appreciated visit and compliment.

Timothy Mcguire May 2, 2019 at 12:13 AM This is a powerful piece that would not let my gaze wane. Love it Line Gauthier May 3, 2019 at 8:41 AM Thanks for your most appreciated visit and comment, Timothy.

Ilene Bauer May 1, 2019 at 2:40 PM it sounds as if a loved one is going through some rough times, line! i hope things get better for him and for you... Line Gauthier May 1, 2019 at 9:01 PM Fortunately this is not something that is directly affecting my life at the moment. The phrase "mal de vivre" is something that always fascinated me. Nowadays people just say they're depressed.