Melancholic Melody
Unfeigned,
I am helpless to the immutable reality,
Pine over the long yearn freedom,
Yet,
Torpid by the never ending flow of tasks,
Being ameliorate to the eerie dusk,
Is a strength that deny obliteration,
Teeter on the edge of nothing,
Contentious lips to lips chat,
Contrite to the path taken,
Who is culpable for the melancholy?
The journey has been torpid,
I put my hands together and pray,
That I would not be vilify by it,
Reticent as the silent spring,
Enervate by the scorching summer,
Assuage by the innocuous autumn,
Discretion as the emollient winter,
When the snow melts,
I believe the city would be vivid and colorful,
Once again
