Imaginary Sun
Written by Don Nadzieja
Being to only be, she sinks into night, and nothing changes. A light breeze destroys all in its
path, and the kids fly kites in heavy rain. Horizons - temporary; But one thought is all it takes
to yield an infinite darkness. For after she descends upon them, never has existed a before.
I think that this poem does well at conveying what I felt during my descent into mental illness and depression, especially the last line, which tells how after I became depressed, I could never remember being happy.
Thanks for reading, feedback is welcome & encouraged :D
~Don N.
thats actually pretty cool,howd u remember it??
were u dreaming of becoming insane or something?
That's very cool... I've written music in dreams, but I'll be damned if I ever remember anything. Was there a trick to remember?
I'm not sure... I write music and poems in dreams quite often, but I rarely remember them.
And no, I've already become pretty close to what's considered "insane". I was just dreaming I was writing stuff.
That's awesome. I used to do the same... but I would use the landscapes and creatures I encountered and draw them... claiming they were my imagination. It was easier to say they were. lol
haha that reminds me of a song I "made", mixed with drum beats, an entire orchestra, an amazing pianist, all in the open field. Dream made ;)