I see faces of old songs

that float inside my head

surfacing from that subconscious place

over which I have no control

Musical notes pass before my eyes

everything black and white

like a Felix the Cat animation…

 

I am now so used to solitude

loneliness has finally left me…

This haunting dark lake

so still tonight – tranquil

reflecting my inner being…

 

A brief moment of contentment

before the madness seeps in

like molasses being slowly poured

over ill-fitting floorboards

inside the log cabin

which was once my home

 

Migrating geese fly overhead

as if to the moon

which shines eerily through

haunting evening mist

its searchlight beams

penetrating my soul’s dark, hidden depths…

Where it remains forever Autumn…

 

 

©M.C. Bolton, November 2019

@MarkCBolton1

Photo by TC