MELANCHOLIA : A dozen Poems
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  • Reads 43
  • Votes 13
  • Parts 13
  • Time 14m
Complete, First published Oct 21, 2022
A poetic compilation of a dozen poems on  melancholy, hope, life, and democracy from the mind's eye of a young Nigerian writer. A relatable book of poems totally worth your while.


*Excerpt

...Melancholy, how I hate the stench of you
The echo of your voice, your-ghost like shrill, the way it permeates my soul, over ruling my own say
The way you quench my desires, make a mockery of my every melody
Tear to pieces my own good tidings
A truckload of sand, you bring to my beach
Send a flood to my own heavy downpour
Set a hailstorm to batter my already cloudy weather
Will you ever grow a conscience? Say a sorry for all my worries?
Release me from the chains of your dark hearts rhythm?
Put a stop to your deranged, mad man's killing spree movie?
I reject you joker, find Harley Quinn, the bride to your Chucky, 
Evil missing rib I see, fanaticism bordering on your personalized dementia...
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.