(inspired by Langston Hughes “The Weary Blues”)
Feet pounding on freezing cement
No joy where I've been, no joy where I went.
This morning will pass, but I pay my rent
For summer's shine, my november has wept.
Don't you wanna love me?
The breeze screams.
Don't you wanna be happy?
The shouts of tumbling leaves.
My pen resumes its march on paper
Oh, my fingers, oh, they scratch and bleed.
But there’s no stopping—from despair,
These words will never be freed.
A brief reprieve my sunshine may bring
Soft healing laughter, medicinal skin.
Her hands will pull mine, together we'll swing
Fabric flying, her smile gives me wings
And yet, the music still fades,
The curtain will fall, the laughter will age.
To frost, succumbs our embrace
The november leaves turn another page