Melancholy Maroon

17th January 2017

Copyright © 2017 - Christopher Brosnan (Pen name: C. D. Brosnan)

 

I am the grey garment in the wide window that will never be sold.
The stimulating, sorrowful, saintly story that will never be told.
A fiery, firm furnace forever cold.
A calm, composed, cheerless child that will never grow old.
The bounce-less, bulky, beached ball that will never be rolled.
Made from a monotonous, melancholy, maroon mould.
A blank, boring, blunt book nobody will ever hold.
The empty, extensive, endless, endemic streets that will never be strolled.
The plain, page-less, passionless paper that will never bear a fold.
A grain of solitary, sorrowful, shiny silver on a beach of gold.
I am the low, lamenting, loveless loneliness.
Who at some point we must all in life behold.

 
By C. D. Brosnan

Copyright © 2017 - Christopher Brosnan (Pen name: C. D. Brosnan)

 
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