An overcast sky blotches a caring Sun's sympathetic warmness, diffusing confidences of a blissful morn,
Consolidates a desolate soul, filled only in despair of inflated apprehensive pupils,
Notwithstanding, it is sensed with comprehensive estrangement, dwarfs enthusiastic esteem,
Downcast eyes overshadow the mood as trepidation overwhelm their fleeting days of an annular ring,
Forsaken wretched souls wrought into mounds of snowdrifts when only salt melts their obvious affliction,
Inescapable captives within their daily cell of contemplation of fading yesteryears,
Initiating challenging footsteps digresses for the abandoned in the anticipatory abyss,
Fabled truths circumvent the scenery provocations of unwanted expectedness,
Traverse consumption on stomach binges, compiled with the void that stems from within, convulses during this time,
The wayward life of a destitute heart pulsates same as a blizzard in June,
By the advance of December, a masterpiece enters into frame, depicting the gist, as that of Dante's Inferno.
Copyright © William Kekaula 2018
I am a retiree of the hospitality industry, presently, residing in my birthplace town of Hilo, Island of Hawaii, a.k.a. Big Island, in the 50th State of Hawaii, USA, and as a writer, I have a passion for fictional storytelling, but some nonfictional, as well.