Melancholia

Read 'Melancholia' by 'Robert Seymour Bridges' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Melancholia by Robert Seymour Bridges

 the history of melancholia
includes all of us. 
me, I writhe in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
and nothing. 
I have gotten so used to melancholia
that 
I greet it like an old 
friend. 
I will now do 15 minutes of grieving
for the lost redhead,
I tell the gods. 
I do it and feel quite bad
quite sad,
then I rise
CLEANSED
even though nothing 
is solved. 
that's what I get for kicking 
religion in the ass. 
I should have kicked the redhead
in the ass
where her brains and her bread and
butter are
at ... 
but, no, I've felt sad
about everything:
the lost redhead was just another
smash in a lifelong
loss ... 
I listen to drums on the radio now
and grin.
there is something wrong with me
besides
melancholia.

Form: Free verse

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