I am tired behind my eyes
and in the spaces between my toes
the aching melancholy
wanders into my body
muddles my mind
leaves my throat closed and dry
cold with lack of inspiration
sad songs make me limp
a heart infected with
chords of the past
I hunger for relief
from this exhaustion
heavy and weak
I succumb
Excellent lines, Alexandra, I really enjoyed this poem.
Thank you Colin I think I agree about the last verse. I'll have to think about how to change it
<Deleted User> (13762)
Sun 3rd Jul 2016 07:29
this is excellent
...in the spaces between my toes
...aching melancholy
wanders into my body
...sad songs...chords of the past
if I have a criticism, and it's a minor one, the last verse, to me, reads a little less smoothly than the others. Maybe it's the 'from'.
thanks for posting.
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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz
Sun 3rd Jul 2016 12:13
Thank you, Lynn! I am glad that you enjoyed it.