A hundred ways and each in vain
And you’d never grasp the agonies
Of an old good friend
You have never felt the pain
It hurts…
It does, I swear
More than a wound, a blow
I’m off; today I close my eyes forever
Sorry my dear, it’s all talking nonsense
When you expect things on the other side
And I’m weeping my tears in vain
Yesterday I was dawn,
Brooding over a thousand unhappy things
My loneliness and your being away
Far and away
Over the seas
Where bird fly the other way up
And I’m still here, locked up
Lonely, deep inside
The chocolate cake and the coffee
Make me sick
The vanilla ice cream gives me a blow
I do not smoke, neither drink
I try to sleep, but even that doesn’t work
Just a trick
Listening to music
Unheard melodies
Unheard and unspoken agonies
Of the only one that matters
Always shut before my eyes
And you guess I’m having fun
Christmas time and the pine tree
Withered and empty
Christmas and the pile of snow
Playing with some fellows in the park
Gives me a blow
Christmas time and you’re away
Guess you never ever come back again
And I have to cherish my dreams in vain
Review or comment on The Withered Christmas Pine –
Reviews:
Beautiful poem, Marjan. Written from the heart … one can feel the pain of the protagonist. – Annie 10/11/08
Other Poems by Marjan:
Home > Your Page > The Withered Christmas Pine