HChristian74

Far Afield

By: Hunter Christian 

My mind is far afield
To morbidity
To melancholy
I yield

Days are short
Nights are long
Empty door
An unsung song

My mind is far afield

Scant Sun
Frigid limbs
A frozen run
Heart is grim

My mind is far afield

Winter\'s solstice
Came and went
Big Run\'s coldest
Where it\'s bent

A season\'s depression
A calculated regression
Haunted by time
Starving for rhyme
The run has run dry
So too have I

My mind is far afield
My mind is far afield
My mind is far afield

I am

Far afield