Poetry

A Melancholic Tune

By Wallace - 3 April 05

Melody without any music plays in my head today
A faded, melancholic tune repeating senselessly
Streaming thoughts with distant patterns continue endlessly
I have tried too many times to banish them away
without success

Hapless happenstance; hopeless circumstance equally moot
Sitting and silently waiting while nothing truly changes
Stout walls, a half-cracked mirror, books with yellow and curled pages
Dreams of long ago have lost their romance or truth
only to regress

Drying, wasted tears redden on a parched and paling face
The fears of all the days leading onward cling to each other
Where I am alone without any friends, without a lover
Soon to rest as one none would remember or trace
with no caress