A Song Of Sorrow Comments

The pain of depression is so well described in this poem. There is a reason why it is called the Black Dog. +++10

'Light had sorely betrayed her and she lived in perpetual darkness., fighting with black shadows, day in and day out'. Your poem perfectly applies to one of the greatest persons I knew.

Valsa you wrote a great poem and you once again inspired me to write a poem on loneliness of the old age. Here is the poem I am going to submit at PH Striping Loneliness (By Akhtar Jawad) Like a nightmare when it came in my life, I felt it too much and cried with tears, Gradually it started striping in the dark, Killinging my worries and uncalled fears, Like an appealing and charming beloved, Loneliness when unveiled her smiling face, Spread silky hairs on my restless thoughts, I saw my soul enlighted with a grace, And when I looked in her starry eyes, In a pin drop silence heard heavenly rings, Being vanished in her magic arms, I found I can fly by using her wings, When I put my lips on her rosy cheeks, Saw myself walking on the Milkyway, I saw stairs of a blue color light, Putting a step on it I beame a ray, Loneliness hasn't striped completely, Still there are few who break the silence, I am waiting for the day when it's a nude, Loneliness! I love your ecstatic elegance, Travelling with a speed of light I fly, Where I go, do not know but sure, I'm destined to an enchanting place, Where there I'll become an allure. Sweetheart! Please leve me alone, Let me live with her in the total dark, Loneliness is shy it will not stripe, I'm still an explosive and you a spark!

This is about what happens when depression strikes and one feels lonely and left out. One can feel the pain reading these lines. Beautiful poetry. Loved it.

The virus of melancholy spreads its pain throughout the lines.Sometimes the cold fingers of dejection squeezes out the very essence of life forcing some to withdraw into their own shells.This depression syndrome is now becoming a common factor and many are languishing in its clutches.An extraordinary write ...

Fight on, fight on, just keep fighting on, by faith winning is assured. God is alive, and He is Good! Thanks for sharing, may you be blessed, Valsa!

Liked the imagery. The pigeons fading as black dots in the blue sky (blue for sadness here!) and depressed one of the poem too becoming a black dot in the blue of her melancholia too. A very touching write. (10)

Instantly impacted with sadness reading your poem Valsa. Depression, especially untreated, can be so debilitating. Often it is very difficult for people to tackle alone...for those experiencing it and for those who love them....10

You captured the grave reality of depression and its cousin sorrow. I am never disappointed by your poetry, Valsa, , you always deliver honesty and intelligence in a strong but tender poetic and beautiful voice.10

Please read best instead of brst and words instead of worda, it has been inadvertently done.

Pain has sucked her out In a leaking vessel, she collects her tears To water the parched terrain Of her drought stricken domain Light has sorely betrayed her And now she lives in perpetual darkness Fighting with black shadows Day in and day out! ... wonferful depiction with brst worda play. It is a high standard heart wrenching poem on melancholy. Thanks for sharing...10

A very heart-touching depiction of melancholy. A woman afflicted with misery is painted with a deft use of images n vocabulary. Melancholy truly can sap our energy and kill our will to live. There are so many in the world who can perfectly relate to this state of mind. A great portrayal of a common malaise afflicting a considerable part of mankind. A10

A very touching picture of sorrow, nicely painted by the poetess.

Pain has sucked her out In a leaking vessel, she collects her tears To water the parched terrain

Nice write capturing sorrow with both hands, In a leaking vessel, she collects her tears to water the parched terrain...this is superb writing!

Most touching expressions. The warmest song of sorrow I ever read. Thank you for sharing Valsa.

She is infected with a virus of melancholy She walks with lacerations in her soul Forever she wages a battle inside To drive out the demons of dejection Melancholy and sadness...... Sorrow and love.... Great mamji

Sorrow! ! She collects her tears! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.