Sorrow My Blanket, Melancholy My Pillow

Senses fail
I no longer know
Just what I feel
I don’t understand
Pleasure or pain
They’re the same thing

Seasons change
I don’t know why
I can’t change as well
A cyclical imitation
Of a past life

Melancholy
Feeling sorrow
Without feeling sorry
For myself or anybody
What is happening?

On the grass
The warm sunlight
Feels good on my skin
Sensing happiness
That comes from within
Then the sprinklers come on

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37 thoughts on “Sorrow My Blanket, Melancholy My Pillow”

  1. This is so emotive and vivid. I read it so slowly so I could soak it all in.
    You’re talented and can make me laugh in one post and pause for thought in another.
    And sometimes wonder what the eff you’re talking about in another.
    But not this one. This is beautiful

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