Ding dong, ding dong— a sound that turns a yellow heart of the day to blue overnight, an overjoyed feeling slips quietly into a mood filled with guilt of the unconscious crime of a joyful mind.
A week swollen with appetite, the hunger to consume everything, followed by days of refusal where food awaits and desire does not come.
A closed mouth with an hungry stomach.
A mood as extrovert as the sanguine, suddenly a melancholic mind seeking nothing but the safety of its shell, as temporary as the earth an evidence of paradise where joy bears no guilt.
In reflecting on my life, I noticed how temporary happiness can be. I believe this is true not only for me, but for many others as well. This realization led to the writing of this poem.
💬 Closing
Poetry often reveals what words struggle to hold. Did any line or feeling linger with you? I’d love to hear your thoughts.