Void Depth of Depression
The sun rose in my sky with promise of color,
on the serene sea I had sailed my boat
to reach far shore
of the aimed dreams.
In rootless sapling the buds of hope haven’t flowered,
they’ve all died in void depth of depression.
Storm of anguish seizes the mariner,
the time is running out fast, the sun will set soon.
When at the rough sea my boat wrecks,
helpless, I ask my god, “Why me”?
The chosen one
gets peace in pain.
June 27, 2018
Contest : Fragmented Verse
Sponsored by : Broken Wings-Dear Heart
(Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment