Matinee Sunday Afternoon

Sorrow’s blanket drapes a bed
Nights for wandering in my head
Dust will always gather and grow
Where it comes from I don’t know
The light is asking to come inside
Like some anxious blushing bride
The day wants someone to deride
But not me I simply sulk and hide

And the shadows give performances
For all the emptiness in my room
Shows morning, noon and nighttime
Oh and matinee Sunday afternoon




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-04 at 13:17

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nice curtains
So clever. Like it all; but the last 6 lines........bravo I think.
2017-01-10


Sameen
This poem seems like the next step from Stevenson's A child's garden of verses. Very Very nice
2017-01-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
"The day wants someone to deride
But not me I simply sulk and hide"

I've never read a more accurate description of depression.
2017-01-05


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is heartwrenching without placing blame. A work of art in painting feelings with words. Love it!
Ashe~
2017-01-04


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so good, somehow light-hearted and poignant at the same time. Are there still blushing brides?
2017-01-04