Tristan Robert Lange

Holiday Jazz and Raven Claws

Here I

Sit in my own

Cozy, warm, little den

Listening to some holiday

Jazz tunes.

I am

Stuck in a state

Of eternal sadness

Brought on by feelings of self-doubt.

Haunted.

I paint

My whole abode

In shades of ebony;

A shroud of raven claws blankets

My heart.

I’m told

That all wounds heal

In time; Yet, I feel that

I’m lost even as I strive to

Echo

All the

Things I’ve been taught

About life’s happiness;

To obey such folly won’t

Find joy.

Here I,

Stuck in a state—

In shades of ebony—

I’m lost even as I strive to

Find joy.

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