Dawn & Dusk

A lament

There was a man
Who lost his words
Snatched fiercely
By a terrible curse

A dark mist came
On a summer’s day
And left his mind mired
In seas of grey

Now out of his mouth
Comes discordant sounds
Like a disillusioned maestro
Torturing a grand piano

He could not explain
What had gone wrong
So he locked himself
In a room on his own

He found a pen
And wrote words down
And tried to relearn
How to make their sounds