From the Black Book: Melancholy

Melancholy lingered around today.
The air grew hot with some stings.
A dinner that marks
the end of day
was laced with spices,
for a badly made combination.
Taste was lacking
and an unpleasant meal
was all that remembered.
Constant sessions of dreams
left me tired.
Dulled all but the sense
to be gloomy.

The crows sang away
with a broken song.
Past the setting sun.
there was no sight of horizon
from where I stood,
only that of ember
amidst piercing light.

A much destructing silence
making it ways
around all the chatter
amplifying all but laughter.