Melancholy has taken grip of my soul,
Tears at my heart, my mind, my whole.
It’s lowered its black veil to block out light,
A blanket of gloom against which I cannot fight.
I tried to hide and let it pass unnoticed,
But it heard the tears upon which I was choking.
It claws at my pain carving wounds upon which it feeds.
It finds in me, all it could ever need.
Unhappiness, guilt, A forlorn lack of hope.
When the reality check hit like a rat that jumped boat.
I will look for it again I have to, to survive.
I need that hope or I might as well die.
A victim to reality as dreams are just that it seems.
And melancholy found me, a ripe banquet on which it feeds.