Emory's Diaries
In my deepest melancholic mood,
when my appetite ceases for food.
When I can hardly get an hour's sleep.
When I'm tempted for nothing to weep.
When I can scarcely retain a smile.
When happiness goes a distant mile
away from my world of emotions.
I veer off from my own commotions,
when I journey through my own feelings
to get the best of inner healings.
Positive conquest takes center stage
as it defuses my inner rage.
I am renewed with positive thoughts
as my inner melancholy rots.
I simply relive my happiest days,
as my memory the good times replays.
I think of my friends and family,
and the good times we spent happily.
I retain my uplifting memories
which I penned down in Emory's diaries.
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