Hiatus VIII - Sorrow in my Heart

Strange feelings twist within my chest, somewhere:
Sorrow in my Heart for those lost moments,
Joy for those memories eternally engraved there,
Sadness when I think that perhaps, just perhaps,
I will be the only one to care.

It isn't only a feeling, an impression, a sensation,
It is the fact that it meant something special
that few will even consider, in short, a conviction.
And for those that worry for my mental health,
take it easy, it's just a small depression.


Now I've never been someone to actually write poetry. I have always thought I would make a lousy poet. And I'm certain that most of you (when not all of you) will agree with that opinion. I probably agree with that too, even if I've just written a short thingy that should rhyme. It's just that, after returning from this fantastic week at the beach with so many friends, I feel slightly depressed at finding myself alone at home, with noone to talk to, play cards, or simply listen to.
I expect that it will take a bit to adjust again to normal life, so I'll be better off if I stop thinking so much about everything. Better just to stop pondering on life, and start to enjoy what I've got right now.

P.S:
Again, these last posts haven't been updated daily. Leaving, preparing our departure and everything was simply too much to try and do everything that same day.


Written: 10 March 2008 - 23:41
Published: 10 March 2008 - 23:41