The vile gloom seeps in,
The haunting darkness devours with a sickly grin,
And the lurking shadows hurt me from within.
'No, no'
Cries the feeble doe
Trapped in ceaseless cycle of sorrow,
But patiently waiting for tomorrow.
Tell me if my voice sounds unreal,
The poor lass would surely try to conceal.
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Melancholy
Poetry"Pain's the only thing letting me know that I'm alive." Literally, melancholy means 'living in the same painful circle, while barely realising that it gets worse every time.' The following is my very small collection of words, through which I just...
