Hanging Shadow
A lone lampshade stood at the corner of an expensive room,
A bruised soul lays in bed,
Standing at an expansive dead end,
Hope is cocooned by gloom.
Walking in melancholy's lane,
It’s a yawning gulf between dawn and twilight,
Lost in the rain,
The eyes are dimmed of sight.
Nothing can convince a wounded heart to see beyond the cloud,
The door is shut to the light,
A sad symphony is played a loud,
There are a plethora to fight.
The lone lampshade is wearied of the hanging shadow,
The bruised soul has sunk to the bottomless depth,
It’s a sojourn through a shrivelled meadow,
A walk along an endless breadth.
August 29, 2023.
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