As I awake wrapped in this blue
melancholy –
swaddled, serried, warm -
do I actually enjoy it?
Aren’t I safe here semi-
conscious like an hibernating
tortoise within my
shell?
Is this not some
shield to prevent me
running into life
like some mad
March hare with
utter abandonment -
recklessness -
hysterical at just
the thought of
love.
My very own
Adagio playing
it’s forlorn tune
as I funeral march
into another day.
The rain taps out my sad -
beat -
against some misty
window pane.
Do I just like
sorrow?
Do I love it?
1 comment:
Roger - this reminded me of an old one of mine...I understand this one completely - and as always, quality work from you.
White Noise
Sometimes my mind gets so cold
I have to wrap melancholy around me
Like a blanket of white noise
Promising nothing but static
Shutting out the new, giving me the constant
slow warmth of not knowing.
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