In shadows' embrace, my soul finds solace,
Where tears cascade, melancholy's palace.
With ink-stained fingers, I write my sorrow,
Verse after verse, melancholy's tomorrow.
Each line a vessel, emotions untamed,
A symphony of sadness, forever unnamed.
Through words, I delve into realms unseen,
Exploring darkness, where beauty convenes.
Through sonnets and ballads, I seek solace,
Crafting a tapestry, my pain's meek homage.
Each stanza whispers echoes of despair,
An elegy's lament, suspended in the air.
Within the verses, my passion takes flight,
Composing sadness, a bittersweet delight.
Suffering's companion, melancholic prose,
A cathartic dance where my heart solely knows.
In poetry's realm, I find my belonging,
Where sadness sings, and I keep composing.
Amidst the darkness, my purpose is clear,
To breathe life into pain, to heal and adhere.
So I surrender to this craft's tender embrace,
For poetry's melancholy, my eternal grace.
©viralfreak
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