The Ressurection of Loneliness

The Resurrection of Loneliness

See this couple young and beautiful,

Stop the tears, show the smile.

Life to them is blessed and wonderful;

Hide the tears, keep the smile.

At, this feeling that’s so sorrowful,

Of the tears in my eyes.

Please, oh Lord, spare them the sin

That could lead to their demise.

They can, what their eyes see win,

Our world is their paradise.

And I’m watching them, subdued

By their happy, sacred smiles.

I don’t want to be refused,

I just need two smiling eyes.

Ah, this feeling bittersweet,

Of the only lonely seat.

***

Underneath the dying tree,

I saw you and you saw me,

Then I picked the only fruit

And I gave it all to you.

I thought, maybe you could stay,

But you ate my fruit and left.

Brokenhearted I remained,

Underneath the tree I wept.

And my tears down in the earth

Brought the tree to life again,

To a second fruit was given birth,

Fruit I’ll keep until the end.

Go, my love, and happy be,

Best regards, you have from me.

Memories of a Shattered Dream

This was the first of my numerous poems.
Important note :
From this point on most of the works that I will publish will be poems. Why? Well, I am not sure why, but I guess that I am a little scared of the sheer magnitude of the short stories and it takes me a lot more time to write a good short story, than it takes me to write a poem. I guess that might be one of the reasons most of my works come in my mind in the form of poems. Another reason might be that, uhm, well, poems are a lot more intimate and it is a lot easier to pour your feelings on a sheet of paper in the form of a poem than in the form of a short story.

Memories of a Shattered Dream

A tear, and another one;

A chest, some flowers;

Grave sorrow, haunting everyone:

Separated lovers.