Far Afield

HChristian74

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

  • Author: HChristian74 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2017 00:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Christina8

    Good poem. I feel you with the melancholy! Your poem was well said. Different format but I liked it!

    • HChristian74

      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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