November… ending
Loneliness sits beside me
like an old, tired friend.
Not unkind,
but hollow in the way winter branches are -
all shape, no birds.
Melancholy drips slowly
like rain from a gutter,
subtle, colourless,
filling the quiet with its weight.
Thoughts move sluggishly,
raindrops dance in a pale beam,
and the hours blur together
like pages without words.
I wait for something...
I don’t know what...
Meanwhile, time pools at my feet,
cold and unchanging.
Great self-portrait, and the words, they sting a bit. Makes me long for Spring again, but there is all that winter to get through first.
Excellent post!
A very beautiful lyric, which matches the self-portrait perfectly. I see some of myself in both: and can thus only whisper a heartfelt ‘thank you’ in return.