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This is a picture of the street I grew up on. It's in a little neighborhood called Sand Hill in Augusta, Maine. You can't see my house, for it's towards the bottom of the street.
Yesterday I had somewhat of a bad day, so I wrote this poem and I figured that the picture fit so well.
And so the sun falls away
It is night again
It will end another day
And yet I still pretend
Believe the optimistic lies
For they will see me through
And crush me down another time
Telling me it's you
And yet I somehow stay alive
Believing yet again
In every one of my own lies
I think I've started trend
And here I am again this time
Depressed and still alone
And every single time I find
I wish that I was home
I wish you all a better day than mine,
Jess
Comments (6)
Faemike55
Wonderful picture, almost nostalgic in Black & White. Interesting poem. Hope you're doing better
shadownet
Nice photo and very touching poem. I can relate to your words though from your picture you appear too young to be so down - wait till you get my age and have really had your share of ups and downs. But you find the strength in you if you find it anywhere at all. The world is full of contradictions and truth is an elusive things. Best to be in the moment and let the past be the past and the future be what may. :O)
barryjeffer
beautiful capture and terrific poetry... I hope your days become more peaceful. always seth
M2A
Sweet place for childhood. Do not worry, soon your mind will feel the sun and rainbow drops will wash away your saddy mood.
PSDuck
One time or another, we all wish to be home...wherever and whenever that is. The sun rises and a new slate is ready to be written upon.
anahata.c
well, sorry that your day wasn't very uplifting, though your poem captures your mood well...and the photograph, though dark and pensive, has a real sense of the delicacy of the street, even with the gray tones and muted light. It's said that art transcends even our darkest moods; and a dark photograph can communicate much vision. This gray photograph shows a lot of sensitivity & grace; if I were there at that moment, I'd wish I could grant you strength to move through the sadness & always hold the grace, as it will take you to the ends of the world...fine pensive shot of a difficult place to capture. Your camera is more articulate with each posting...