Chase

Chasing melancholy
is a habit of mine
like a sailor to the sea
or a wino to his wine

I know not
why we’re a pair
Hadn’t given it much thought really
It’s neither here nor there

It wraps me in warm cashmere
outside in the cold
snatching it back
cruel, yet bold

Knowing I seek its shelter
throwing me around
Forbidding a sense of closure
or solid ground

The sadness will saunter away
breaking free
and yet I’ll chase again
chaining my destiny

©2014, Latanya M. Ivey

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