In the space between endings
Where the shadows settle
Demons hide in the corners,
Creeping aroung my delicate bones.
My loneliest hour,
Sadder than the skies crying out.
The inevitable fall,
The deepest inhale
Before I drown in this violent storm of tangled memories and pain.
Melancholia we meet again, my oldest friend.
JACQUELINE LENTE POETRY











– Jacqueline Ann Lente

