Melancholia

Sudden rise and fall in light

I never saw it coming through

it just happened so I might

can’t see it other than an excuse.

The flames are not firing up

no matter how I strive

the blackness has seized me

shall I give it again as an excuse?

It has become cozy, just as foreseen

Drifting along lacking any cultivations

Time had been a treasure for me

I am squandering it like a cheap tissue.

Melancholy has become my home

No intentions of escaping

Still unable to light the flame

But faint hope alone lingering.

Peachberry Tales