Early Morning Melancholy

Thoughts come racing to my head Like a rushing whirlwind instead Thoughts come racing to my mind, Like a merciless intruder, never kind Thought is a great interrupter That comes when called upon Thoughts meddle with my thought I think more than I think I ought A lonely thought occurred to me Borrowed from my lost tragedy Contained within a shielded heart Destinies dismissed far apart Is there a single thought found More astonishing, more resound Than a mouth full of dead rose petals While watching my world cave in? Early morning melancholy Framed by loss, or perhaps just folly Grasping onto broken sharp parts Healed by mundane lists that never starts It's nothing but soiled reverie Juxtaposed on my memory Kisses ending at the beginning Lost within time's mist winning Mesmerizing parity Nothing grows from apathy Order from a broken heart's kiss Persistence dulls my remiss.