Silent Light

As i lie here
In my cold untidy room
Bank statements, and poetry
Intermingling, lie strewn, and scattered  
Upon the floor
Like a reluctant orgy
A barrel organ is playing on the radio
Like a haunting
As ghosts of yesterday
Fill my mind, reminiscent memories
Can be so unkind
The wet, and windy weather without
Reflects upon my inner storm
Unrelenting In this cold isolation
Soon This bleak solitude
Will have some reprieve
As i try to latch on to some optimism
As sweet music, and words
Will float through the air
Embracing my heart
With the magic of creativity
"If music be the food of love"
Then i am a jacket potato In e minor
Leaking soft butter,  
Once my coat has been sliced open
The music on the radio
Suddenly becomes more intense
And so In my defence
I switch it off And simply lie
In the soft silent light Of my dragon lamp
And return to my reminiscing
A chaotic opera Of memories
With my pirouetting heart
That now lays alone
Like an empty fruit bowl
by Jemia
Written by missjem56 (Jemia de Blondeville)
Published | Edited 16th May 2023
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