analogies

Sharing my pain with the world hasn't really helped ever.
The entire discourse of how women lay open their heart when sad and discuss with friends and the kaboom everything is ok...does not work
If only i could make things work as i want to without fore or after thought life would only be so simple, but then that is not me

The echo
the void
the stillness
the silence
The trinkling brook
and the drowned emotions

the lifeless leaves
scattered on the floor
the crumpled curtains
smudged with filth
the autumn of life
laying bodily

there will be a spring
there will be a dawn
there will be austerity
but now the faith is dim