Undercurrent of Melancholy
You fly far, don’t return to nest at dusk,
my loneliness, frozen night,
melts in tears at drab dawn.
You drift away in currents of torment,
my heart splinters like pebble
in cascade of sadness.
Storm of discord rifts our frail horizon,
cloudburst sky cleaves the yearning,
I lose you in debris.
November 19, 2019
Syllable count : 10/7/6 each stanza
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Title chosen : Undercurrent of Melancholy
Contest : Pick A Title, Vol. 11-Kimo (3 Stanzas)
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
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