melancholy

the sun is awake!

curtains pulled to a shallow
             sea
the waves begin
to stir
with a restless
ache

the sun has
stolen me,
how to make them
      understand
that i am fear's
permanent reside

words are not
thoughts
nor thoughts
words;
fragments 
                 and
                         slivers

the world is in motion,
in tune with the
  sea,
but my fists
remain firm
in the
sand

(even a hole can
play house 
to a 
     void)

melancholia
my lover, my infinite 

solitude

hold me fast in
your arms;
the iron gates
to my
eternal prison


~ A. L. Stippich

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