Amongst the worn colours of the domain, forlorn I roam,
Lost amidst the silent echoes of my soul’s lament,
The melancholic melody confined within my subconscious.
In this realm of solitude, where shadows equate to company,
The sunsets weep in hues of crimson and gold,
As eventide descends upon my drained essence
Whispering promises of dissipated hope,
Aching symphonies that fracture my beaten heart.
Through the fading meadows and forsaken shores,
I tread upon the sands of sorrows embrace,
Each step a burden, a weight on my chest
As I pursue consolation in this desolate land.
The zephyr carries the murmurs of distant voices,
Faint echoes of hilarity and love’s sweet refrain,
But they dissipate like smoke in the evening breeze
Leaving behind an inexplicable void.
I yearn for solace, for a respite from the suffering,
Yet I find comfort in only the depths of my despair,
For in my solitude, I find a certain relief,
A sanctuary I can go and repair.
But in the night, the moonlight weaves it’s silver threads,
Illuminating the passage that leads me astray.
Through the labyrinth of my fragmented thoughts,
I navigate, with faith of a glimmer of light someday.
Melancholy is the title of my companion,
It’s embrace, though heavy is strangely serene,
For within its depths I find raw beauty,
A bittersweet solace, forever unseen.
So I’ll continue to roam.