Melancholy Mood
An overarching sadness
permeates my soul
it presses me down like a mighty wave
and sentences me to melancholy pergatory.
My morose mood
traps me in its entangled web
all is darkness, self pity and doubt
the light of day is ever elusive.
The hours turn like listless pages
in a worn out book of woes
colorless trees droop under a dreary sky
a mourning dove coos mercilessly.
The day drones on in monotone
weary thoughts drown in insignificance
the road to hope is lost in a mirky mire
until the weighty fog finally lifts
and the sun shines through once more.
5/7/2023
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2023
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