There was a hill upon which I did die
I had been there before
I had seen it before
I had loved it before
They all shook their heads and wondered why
She had been there before
She had seen it before
She had loved it before
She twirled under the stars and laughed til she fell
She had been there before
She was getting sad though no one could tell
She had seen it before
She wanted the love back she never really had
She had loved it before
She is there no more
A touching ballad that reads
like a Wordsworthian piece
on an English country
road...
I am trapped by its
simple narrative
and beauty of the
sublime///
Ugonna
my dear friend, we all at one time face depression, we need to, if not life itself would not be complete and we would walk empty. Your poem shows true emotions of deep feelings, I hope you continue to write this amazing poetry.