The Other Side
The melancholy night calls out to me.
“Please take me to the other side my friend.
Where fantasies and dreams both get set free.
A refuge in which my heart last can mend.”
“Welcome friend to your happiness debut.
Your melancholy aim is now useless.”
The porter faintly scoffed as we passed through.
His irony so perfectly ruthless.
For there was no happiness to be found.
The Melancholy Night cried out with grief.
To be devoid of purpose is profound.
“When will all my sorrows get some relief?!”
Uselessness and sadness wear common thread.
Forebearers of all our worldly dread.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2018
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