Melancholy is, The warmth of the quilt moving into the winter, Like children moving into adulthood. The warmth of her eyes, now laden with doubt and fear. Post springtime; the barren branches of the fallen flowers. A native land, bleak and bland renders a broken heart. A parting kiss to the solitary sea and a … Continue reading Melancholy



Have you seen, sordid frames Creep into childhood spaces; Have you seen Shadows sulking behind smiling faces? Have you noticed your shadow On the marbled floor, undeterred, Like stained childhood memories? Have you seen How vague are your contours When they touch someone else's? Have you seen them suffocating In the darkness? How exact, how … Continue reading Shadows