Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry

Once

I sit by the window and watch the world,

It goes in a circle from green to red,

Then after red comes white,

Until there's green again,

Brighter then before.

I listen to their words,

Filled with hate and pain,

I wonder where love has gone,

All this is very strange.

These words are what they call advice;

Yet it feels like they critisize,

And I don't even know who "they" are.

All I miss I know I once had,

And all I want makes me sad.

This circle I'm in I'll never get out.

Yet there must be hope,

I cannot doubt.

Yet it's stuck,

Unable to open,

Where there was a door there isn't even a window.

I used to be happy,

Grateful and glad,

I knew what I had and I understood,

Now all I know is regret.

Misery needs no sympathy,

Though it loves its company,

Simple are the words I speak,

Complex yet is their meaning,

And all I want I had... once.