Somber Soliloquy
Sweet melodies sound discordant,
Gentle zephyr has turned errant,
Sublime moon seems coldly distant.
Blooming springs are hushed and replaced by a frigid winter,
Dark clouds of despair infiltrates my remnant life somber,
My frail heart struggles to beat amidst many a fissure.
Kitchen's clean, I'm ne'er hungry,
Ornate dining room-empty,
Brewed tea lacks flavors any.
Days sadly amble,
With past, I battle,
Future seems fragile.
Six feet ‘neath you sleep,
Ceaselessly I weep,
My pleas fail to seep.