Depression

Depression, sadness, grief and sorrow  


These are words i get used to


"why all this ", many of you wonder 


I will tell you in brief, with chronological order 


It began early, when i was young


I had a cat, i called it "song"


I fed, played, and have  fun with "song"


Until the destiny, took it along


Falling from the roof, the distance was high


The way the cat died, i was shocked by 


Since that cat was my devoted friend


I cried and cried, and was all the time sad


Trying to forget, by the help of time


I was not ready for the worst to come


My grandfather passed away suddenly


The only person i was living with in a harmony


Leaning down trying to kiss his forehead 


"cheer up, it is life" these words i heard


witnessing the funeral, the soil was thrown 


The crowd left, leaving him alone


I was still there in the middle of the dead


Staying to the sunset, i must be mad


It was cloudy, windy, to see was hard


On the death of my grand-fa, nature was sad 


I stood up, took a last glance on his grave


To reach the cemetery door, i must be brave


With unsteady steps, and a random pace


Imagining the dead leaving their graves


Not looking back, i walked straight 


Expecting a shoulder tap, i looked left and right


 


I felt better, one month later


More happier, and a little bit sadder 


Hopeful, taking the advice of an old friend


"smile to life, will smile to you back" i tried


to forget the past, to seek for new start, i decided


But, unfortunately, when i did, smiles were expired....


 


 


 


 

hello
your poem effected me really
yes we should forget our sad events and carry out living
and never lose hope

It was a very good poem bryne..that's what i'm talking about.
well..i didn't have a cat, but i had a grandpa that died and i felt about the same..if not worse.
Try to keep writing whenever you feel down in the dumps.

Hello Bryne,

Your peom has not only an aesthetic value, but it's extended to tackle a common feeling in all of us. To lose the beloved ones makes us rhyme in a beautiful and in an effective way. I haven't found a better way to release the captured and unwanted feelings within, than using a pen on a sheet of paper, guided by the wide imagination. You've nailed both aims: A piece of art in addition to its deep meangings. Well-done Bryne. Carry on and never give up! Wish you the best.

interesting...you have Edgar Allan Poe's simple expression of deep melancholic feelings....make the beginnig deeper it would be a master piece.Develop the end, your poem is close to what is known as narrative poetry. I did like your poem...a nice surprise

It's really nice Bryne. I like it a lot.
Carry on brother.

Really you took me wherever you went through this very effective attractive carefully chosen words poem.congratulations our poet.

I can't find the words to describe your wonderful poem.Very sensitive.

I was still there in the middle of the dead


Staying to the sunset, i must be mad


It was cloudy, windy, to see was hard


On the death of my grand-fa, nature was sad

Bryne, u r talking about me here....
Thanks a lot, very nice and touching words......waiting for more.