Melancholia

steeped dark
in the solitude of my thoughts
I lay forgotten
in an empty room
as if poured from a pitcher
onto smooth glass
thin
transparent
idly reach out index finger
to trace deepening shadows
on the white wall
traveling contours
of an imaginary landscape
that I long to escape to
as twilight falls soft
silent
around me
 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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