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.