Melancholia

 I gaze into this abyss inside, I stare into this gaping void, All I see is undying plight, An emptiness consuming, day and night   This darkness stares into my soul, Stares and stares till it were no more, Light runs aplenty, like horse and foal, But I am not being, like a burrow with no mole.   This darkness, a ravenous beast, Devours my soul, its hunger increased, Light dances afar, elusive as a shooting star, Yet I remain stagnant, a ship trapped in tar.   I stare at this void agape, Look again, more and more, Thank the uncouth powers that be, For this deranged, rapacious soul

  The sands of circumstance wash over,   The tides of time hath no mercy ravage, Waters churn, and come ever so closer, They heal not wounds, they only bandage. The tide scours the waters ever so rapacious, Appear free but not, enslaved by the moon. The act of flowing downstream, courageous, Not every man is endowed with your boon. Time dawns further, the waters take over, The dark sets in, the horizon lower and lower, I lay agape, the tide calmer and slower, I wash away with a smile having tried it all. I did not die sober.

  Trapped amongst these castle walls, Lost in the spirit of malevolence, Walking amongst these empty halls, My desires, losing all relevance The joys of life, in steep descent, The echoes of my wants have lost all resonance. This ascent up the stairs, superfluous, Chaste yet, but lost all my innocence. Nascent life must one day concede, Existence is but, of events a farrago, Running from this Bastille, the mind misleads, With purpose I proceed, forever taking heed