Lately Melancholy

A bitter, sad, and lonely night The final candle is flickering low Radio has switched to midnight jazz Too late to search for a place to go. The clock chimes two, or, maybe three Silence screams in this darkening room, so Thoughts revisit my very fondest dreams Too late to search for a place to go. Close my eyes tightly, thinking of you Remembering those special times, though I cannot return to live and love, and it's Too late to search for a place to go. FIRST PLACE WINNER August 14, 2021 submitted to "Rhyme Me" Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand