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
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Author:
HChristian74 (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2017 00:51
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Comments1
Good poem. I feel you with the melancholy! Your poem was well said. Different format but I liked it!
Thank you for the feedback. This one was one of my firsts and is far different from my usual structure. Please stop back to see my future writing.
HC
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