Paloma Mohn

A Slice of Despair In Colina del Sol, I bought a slice of despair, A condo painted in shades of deepest wear, Restless nights were the stars of my domain, Tired, anxious, yearning for a change's gain. I've dwelled in this place far too long, it's clear, The longing for a change, did I steer wrong here? Days stretch, long and sad, in hues of gray, Melancholy madness taints my thoughts each day. I struggle to grasp the present, it slips away, Living in the realms of what might come, I stay, Is this the final night in my confining flat? Does it really matter, in the grand scheme, just that? As the year's end nears, sadness upon sadness I fear, Lucky Girl, she ages, but life's song is what she'll hear, I'm aging too, aware of the sands that fall in time, Family's distant, not close enough in this rhyme. My sister, in my heart, her presence is clear, But I yearn for her closeness, her presence near, Will I miss this place, its melancholic grace? Or am I lost,...

In San Diego's bustling cityscape, Paloma sighed, A soul feeling weary, her spirit untied, Stressed and tired, finances a looming haze, Escrow woes and lease troubles in the maze. Dreams of a place where her heart could soar, Beyond worries and woes, where troubles wore, Longing for Lucky to find joy in the sun, Paloma yearning for peace when day is done. And in this tapestry of life's complex thread, A desire emerges, where hearts can be led, For me, a wish for comfort, a place to call mine, Amidst new adventures and paths that entwine. A tranquil night on the California coast, Paddle boarding, the waves in the moonlight engrossed, Tracking stars through a camera's lens, Infinite dreams and hopes that it transcends. Scaling mountains, reaching for the sky, A metaphor for life as years pass by, Yet amidst the journey, a wish to find, The warmth of family, hearts intertwined. To embrace depression as a storm that shall pass, Learning and growing, like blades of grass, In the...