November I
Dark November comes
a wind blows steadily along
hours are spent in silent rooms
watching shadows crawl
scamper across rotting floors
time is frozen nothing moves
clouds hang upon the moon
oppressively like floating gray nations
full of ice dark as November comes along
a train driven forever as echoes across
a vacant feeling behind closed eyes
a dark November is here
cold alone distant with frost
watching the ghost
seeing shadows run play crisscross
pantheons of unknown design
feeling the wind blowing steadily
drifting in rooms were an echoe dies
lost drifting alone in dark November
rains comes to pass
wind blows steadily in distance halls
hours are spent in silent rooms
watching shadows crawl
scamper across rotting floors
time is frozen nothing moves
as clouds hang upon the moon
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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