Melancholic Gaze
Light vanished upon his leaving
with the final grip of dusk--
the fragrance of trees wisping softly
and I feel left out ...he is gone
into the restless clang
of winds booming; a melodv
which makes noises louder
than my roars-- and within the luster
of stars...not a tincture eases this heart,
my despair hollering dear father's name
In umbra of midnight, he doesn't answer.
Nayda Ivette Negron’s Melancholy Contest
9/26/2016
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* My Dad passed on alone in his
death bed; we were all requested to go home
for a while after spending hours in the ICU
of a military hospital.
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