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 breeze
when the world is still
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 an epidemic behind my eyes,
you will see
welted flowers
attest the sun
and
stolen hearts
plummet off mountain tops

from these melancholic tree tops
ill shed my torn amber pages
before they find vanilla 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