Cloud of Depression

A cloud of depression.
The storm had been stalled.
The light of air within the weight
of water, unrelated to the fall.
Voices calling. Past relived.
The memories were almost dead.
Bled into the rivers of their tears.

The meant-to-be was sputtering.
The babbling brook lay quiet.
Mother Nature emphasized
the misery - alive in particles
of springtime flare.

Misused, the empty spaces of
their lives still lingered on
in emptiness that once held their delight.
They'd never really come to know
each other all that well.  It was as if
a magic spell of great enchantment
and endurance led them on.

Composed of every ill that was
depressed within their loneliness -
and now it somehow sealed
the living words and feel of loving
 truth inside.  All that was for too long
pondered yet always left unspoken.
Now it seemed that the illusions
of their happiness had only been delusion.
For their bundles of joy had been
taken away. And they simply couldn't
find a way to play it right again.

The cover of their confidence was
never any more than just a sham.
Their funerals had been pre-planned.
A plot of ground to hold the mess
of their degeneration. Nothing
could feel sacred anymore.
Bought and sold, the stores that held
their things seemed to increase.
Even as, so deep inside, their blind
beliefs in time and death were
altering the core of their beliefs.

A cloud of depression.
The storm had been stalled.
The light of air within the weight
of water, unrelated to the fall.
Voices calling. Past relived.
The memories were almost dead.
Bled into the rivers of their fear...

? Michaelette ?

5/26/2003
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