Melancholy Symphony

knees pulled to my chest
bare feet on the torn cushion
planted somewhat askew
in this ugly, old rattan chair  
scored at a summer yard sale
an oddity my mama truly loved
but never got the chance  
to clean or repair or restore
I know she really meant well  
thunder outside my window
rolling in itís heavenly rhapsody  
the double-tapped bass beat  
shakes the glass like chattering teeth  
the rain slapping this old tin roof  
joins the melancholy symphony  
a lonely rivulet scurries towards home  
joining the others waiting at the sill
I stare at the rosary on my table
next to the defiant glass of rye  
wishing for the hundredth
or maybe thousandth time  
that I still believed in redemption  
but there is no salvation for me
no god I can pray to anymore  
he disowned me long ago  
simply because of my audacity  
to be born an unapologetic rebel  
unwelcome memories ransack  
my neatly organized mind  
they ripen the fruit of filthy chaos  
that always threatens to overflow
spilling its strange contents  
over the tightly drawn top  
like Grandpaís ancient rucksack
so full of peculiar findings
so I down the rest of my bottle  
and I grasp those thoughts  
into tightly coiled fists  
stuffing them back in their place
and I draw the cord tighter
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Author's Note
Written for the Through The Alphabet - Letter R Contest
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