Melancholy Falls On Me
Sorrow is a treacherous path
A precipice
A cliff of crumbled stone
Memories are mirrors
Reflecting
The boundless loneliness
Of my soul
An ocean of grief
Like numberless waves of silk
Ever rolling over me
Leaving wounds
That only I can see
Moonlight flows in my window
And my dreams are like ghosts
Looming over me
My candle casts a shadow
And melancholy falls on me
© Ann Bagnall 2016

Evocative!
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I love the imagery with your poems!
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Thanks Valarie!
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