Sunday 11 September 2011

Melancholy


Melancholy

Mystery of destiny
Even as I
Long to strive
All comes to
Nothing fruitful ever
Consumed I’m left
Hope has gone
Out of sight
Letting darkness alone
Yield shall I?


Written on: 5/9/11


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