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Melancholy
sadness with a glimmer of light
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Melancholy
February 23, 2021 / Leave a comment
Words cannot echo mood.
it’s impossible to convey
the tingling numbnesses
of the everyday
The semi-detached gaze,
a tight closing-in upon oneself,
foreshadows pent up tears
and years of fearful isolation
The terror that accompanies
almost everything I do
meanders like an ox-bow lake,
and can take years to settle to a flood-tide
to can knock me off my feet,
It is then, only then, that time gathers
me to a slippery greatness,
like the ooze of oil
Threads of uncompleted hesitations,
tangled decades of revisions,
some passing consolations,
always leave this bloody mess
of sense impressions
hesitations that have come to haunt me
and gaunt I have become
so O! where is the lightness of this melancholy?
