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