Melancholy

This is the one! Yes it's the one which makes me satisfied of my work. I'm proud I chose to continue writing and this compliments me.


On the brink of reluctance we defer
Afraid to look behind the shadow
In the hazel dark of the chilly mystic night
Under the golden dust to hide behind the steep
Waiting for the bright light to arrive
And sometimes we cry to hide the pain
The world looks no different with tearful eyes
They dry soon enough and the colour remain
In the time of anguish the usual often weep
Some are loud and some had pillows to sleep
To heal them some seek happiness and some revenge
But I have none to conquer
Because happiness is no stagnant
And revenge is a curiosity of weak
Sometimes we endure with no god beneath
And if human he was, here to breathe
Could he belong to the selfishness?
Could he bear the torment of wicked nobles?
It is the ache that throbs, in no doubt it is
It’s restrained and relaxed enough to doze
This narcotic would thrust a life into us
But on a fresh wound it’ll surface with vigour
Like the spears and copper tipped arrows
Like the sky of rosy thorns, that approach with venom
And spread the fire of disaster on this frosty snow
That was cast by the hailstorm last night
But aren’t we the superficial atheists
Thieves of superstition and honesty
With a brag of moral wisdom
We do live behind the velvet curtains
But we can surely overcome this swagger.