Category: Poetry

Depressed?

Doyle Tatum

Why is the sky so dark?
Why is everything so black?
What is the answer to the question undefined?
Why should I live, why should I die?

What is the meaning to that song?
What is the meaning to anything I do?
Why should I live?
Why should I die?

Why am I sad?
Why am I depressed?
Who cares?
Why should I care?

Why is the sky red, the water green?
Is it the same thing that makes me so blue?
What did she say, what did she mean?
Was I listening?

Does it come from within, does it come from without?
Will anyone remember me, will I remember them?
Will they be sad, will they cry, will I cry?
Will I care?

“Late Lament”

Graeme Edge

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day’s useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?