Forsaken by Melancholia

I have been abandoned by the hurricane forevermore,

gloom, storm, lightning. all gone.

I'd reached the midst of it all,

and now it withers away from me 

cowering stumbling 

crumbling 

                            away 

I now see pockets of pure white, 

the pocket has turned into a coat,

coating me, ripping the tear drops away 

raw 

and alone

I strain my eyes to see the last wisps 

they fade and rise and float and thaw 

fainter and fainter and faster and away 

the last hinge creaks off 

I sit now 

alone 

the silent white sky and me