Melancholy mood. Thanks for reading .


"Just Another Day"

The tears fill my eyes as I listen.
Words so clearly meant for me.
Depths of emotion swelled from places within.
How can the world be the way it is sometimes?
Why do I remember so much
From experiencing so little?
Like a draped cloud about my shoulders
I feel the humid air closer to me.
Close enough to penetrate my skin--
The fibers of what gives me life
And causes the furrow of my brow.
Oh, how pained and remorseful it is sometimes.
How positvely selfiish.
Internally gripped and held
In knowledge of my beginnings
Yet I still feel as a cocooned caterpiller
Waiting to unfurl my wings.
Will it be forevermore these thoughts will haunt me?
Will my melancholy always trace back to that time?
The sun shines so sweetly and coaxingly.
I have no desire for it's touch.
Dreary days requiring no effort seem more satisfying.
Sleep being the escape and possible source of dreams--
Of songs of yesterdays.
The air sits heavily on my shoulders
Though I sit tall and smile
I feel collapsed , almost beaten
Thinking the words that would have been
One day shouted from the highest peaks.
Yet it's just another day.

BJH

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