My words about melancholy seem to be endless. Here‘s a blog post about it. And enjoy the poem.
Melancholy has opened its arms
Welcoming me with a tight hug.
Once it embraces me,
I receive its negative vibes.
Not only does it
Hurt me emotionally,
But also physically.
It shatters my heart,
And cracks my ribcage
With its clutch.
When it is around
My eyes get filled with tears
And it blurs my vision.
I have tried to
Talk to melancholy.
Telling it that I don’t want it here.
But it only does what it wants
And tells me that it likes my company.
It tells me that my tears are beautiful
And it longs to hear my sobs.
It only gets stronger
When I cry for help.
Therefore,
In order to calm it down,
I turn the pain into words,
And create poems
From the hurt.
And frankly,
Despite all the agony,
There’s something poetic
About melancholy.
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