melancholy – Dan Verkys

Sadness is weather of the heart,
At times a spring breeze,
Barely felt as it drifts through blooming fields;

At times the deep snows of winter,
Falling without end,
Silencing the world beneath their weight;

At times a summer tempest,
Splitting the heavens
With wind and thunder.

And sometimes,
It is only an autumn mist,
Gathering in quiet places,
Blurring what was once clear.

Sadness wears many skies.
So watch the horizon within yourself,
Pay attention to inner forecasts,
And prepare for each season as it comes;

For no storm remains forever,
And beyond every clouded day,
Some light still waits.

Torment, torment, anxiety brings such sweet sorrow,
The dim grinding of gears within a mind left dark and hollow,
I have waxed lyrical on my fears, on my oldest friend named Death,
Who lingers at my threshold, patient, cold, awaiting my final breath,
His presence is an icy murmur threaded deep through marrow’s ache,
A keeper of forgotten names and vows I failed to make,
Yet still I pace these haunted halls where fractured thoughts convene,
Among the rust and ruin of all that might have been,
For ignorance bears honeyed lips while poison stains her tongue,
And grief hums ancient hymns where youth once brightly sung,
While somewhere in the blackened hush beyond this mortal veil,
A deathly silence waits for me, with open arms forever pale.

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