ascending the stairs of stars
My thoughts wind their way through the celestial
grieving as I go, leaving behind stardust
a mixture of sorrow and madness
wandering the immortal unrecognized
Reverse the curse and open my eyes
It is as it should be
A great book opens, and I am an unknown
a misfit born of the universe
The gods themselves know me
But it is better not to mention
my grief ignored
My sadness, birds that complain too much
undulating insanity, I oscillate between lucidity and delusion
According to my moods
It is with great sacrifice that I put myself away
pretending all is fine
My depression is deep
It drinks from the sunflowers
until even they fail to shine
Secrets, great and small, oppress me
spilling from my lips a plea
In the Onyx Kingdom, once adored
now forgotten lore
My crimes, too great
My feeling is blamed
My guilt is feeling too much
sacred understanding, I am no longer needed
damn. that fifth stanza hit hard. excellent write.
thank you dearest poet most graciously it is honesty when I feel so down 💕
Great penwork Brenda…
thank you graciously lovely poet 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. A great spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously also thank you for being here and being you 💕
Heavy stuff. But I expect nothing less from you, Brenda
hello dearest Naajir these admissions make me sad but it could be true thank you my friend most graciously 💕
Razor sharp ink… Thank you for sharing.
thank you graciously dearest Drieks 💕
“It is with great sacrifice that I put myself away
pretending all is fine
My depression is deep
It drinks from the sunflowers
until even they fail to shine”
You paint Van Gogh with the brush stroke of words 🌼
what a beautiful comment thank you dearest Joe 💕
You can take even melancholy and turn it into high art This has such exquisite emotional resonance for me as I read tonight. You have great talent my friend and it shines even through your dark clouds.
John
thank you graciously dearest John that is a lovely thing to say 💕