POETRY
An Illusion of Song
Free Verse poem
I am not a melody of the heart, nor sweet;
I am the rain that cascades down
a black umbrella at a funeral procession,
a reminder that what is and what was
can no longer be.
I am the whipping of wind
against an abandoned screen door.
No cheerful voices resound
through these desolate walls
nor footsteps upon barren floors.
I am the howling of a deranged mind
bound to self and room,
my screams heard but misunderstood.
You will not find any beautiful tones here,
no timbre so fine,
only the crashing of waves against a beaten shore.
©2011 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her Medium Blog, Ravyne’s Nest.
