I Sit in Soliloquy

I Sit in Soliloquy by Kurt broz

I sit in soliloquy,

Packed into a darkened abyss,

Immortality and sadness are

My only companions here.

I am chained to her memories aloft,

Hammered down to

Yesterdays affairs with her.

Her soft and crisp auburn hair twinkle

But only in my memories here.

A squinted remnant of her pliant skin

Wisp past my fingerprints.

My monologue echoes through

The nothingness I provoked

Without her. She is gone

From my melancholy lies.

I have caged myself in this

Inveiglement. What have I

Here but a broken heart?

And in the barrel of a calm

Gun, the art of a sad

Bachelor button, I search.

In my final soliloquy

It will be for a maiden I weep.

I, a great sinner, am calmed

In the moments

Between the beats.