Melancholic tree tops

behind this concrete wall
i lie upon a fallen path

engulfed in unknown catacombs
i claw for my escape
ominous shadows cloak happiness
and uncertainty hangs off
pale hope
among icicles

down here
there is
no glow
from the lighthouse
when lost at sea
and there is no trust
in the black abyss

take away these bricks
for there’s a epidemic behind my heavy eyes,
you will view
welted flowers
behind the sun
and
shattered dreams that
attest
the victim

from these melancholic tree tops
Ill shed my torn amber pages
before they find coffee stained sky
catch my sorrows on the back of stale wind
and
take note
of where the infinite tune ends
for
you might hear
a broken song of
caged mocking birds