A melancholy night it was
When a soul couldn't no longer write
To restate the painful memories from the past
Into a masterpiece of 'sorrow' disguised by 'hope for life to be right'
A narrow journey from yesterday
Created a wrecked heart
Owning a gift of mind to unravel mystery
And caused a soul to write
What a melancholy moment it is
To stare at the empty sheets
Dripped by disappointment and tears
A poet's death became a threat
For a poet who write and died through pain
Will rise to make it taste the agony of its remain.
NINIAMARIA
This sonnet tells about how a poet learned to write through pain and died of too much agony as the pain couldn't no longer be restate through words. She no longer awaits for hope for she was used of being melancholic. But she lies. Her death will be a threat to 'pain' . For when she rises again , she will make 'pain' taste the agony she have been.
In simple words , it simply means that 'pain' should prepare for the rebirth of the 'poet' created by 'pain' itself.
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