A dark cloud settled outside my window,
And follows me everywhere I go.
Impossible to escape this gloom,
A foreboding sense of defeat.
When will the sunshine return?
Will I ever be blessed by a rainbow again?
Perhaps it will rain forever,
And I’d rather that than have
A single sunny day without you.
But at least then I’d have
Eternity by your side.
We never asked for this,
Or dreamed that it would come.
I want this nightmare to end,
But only if you won’t have to leave.
Author notes
This one is about 6 years old now...it's one of my favorites, so I thought I would share it. A very good friend of mine was in a car accident that nearly took his life; I wrote this during the 4 months he spent in a coma.
The picture is a drawing I did about 2 years ago. I thought it fit well here.
Comment away ^_^
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I think I just had a case of déjà vu.
I could swear I once read this before, even the AN.
The 10th and 11th lines confuse me a bit.
Where you suggesting that you were going to join your friend in his catatonic state (or beyond)?
I can imagine the fear and grief you must have felt at such a strenous time.
Probably nothing more frustrating than being helpless to save one you love so much, and to be reduced to idlely sitting by hoping for, if not the best, at least not the absolute worst.
Such random chances and tragedies of everyday existance is one of the few reasons I will remian ever childless.
A question, being that this was probably one of the worst periods in your time thus far upon the world, why does such a poem that would remind you of it stand as one of your favorites, would it be too out of place and complicated to write a piece simply expressing your adoration for this person?
Anyhell, the write itself is great.
I like the nontypical, mushy, romantic affection poems suchas this.
It feels so much more realistic than the farie tale sounding day dream stuff usually associated with the sentiment.
-cheers
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Sorry it took me so long to reply.
This was one of the most difficult things I had dealt with, at that point in life, but I managed to survive it, as did my friend. He made it out of the coma, though he is not the same person he was before.
I think it's one of my favorites because it was one of the best-written ones I had at that age. It also was a turning point in both my thinking and my writing.
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Well at least there is a bit of a happy ending to the story...or at least, a less than tragic next chapter.
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