AM (July,1975 / Indiana, United States)


I wear a cloud of loneliness
A haze in which I bleed
A color of midnight azure
Created from senseless need

I hear a sound of solace
Of a peace I shall never know
I embrace my sunlit sorrow
Of which my life shall grow

I taste the salt of my unshed tears
As I plummet into my shell
I grieve the waste of bitter years
And mourn this broken spell

I die each time the moonlight rises
Like a phoenix in the flame
But my soul never rises
And I shall never be the same

Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley

by A.J. McKinley

Comments (1)

Cloudy, hazy, and melancholic, though brilliant in its expression. Well done, A.J.! ! Brian