In Melancholy's Arms

In a shroud of nothingness, Destination ahead meanders to emptiness, Missing pieces are cocooned deep in the night, I have withdrawn from hope’s light. Melancholy permeates my chamber, Nightfall chauffeurs me to gloomy slumber, Depression stealthy makes its abode, I'm swathed with a hurtful node. My father stands at the door, Mirth is lost from my core, I welcome him with a wistful smile, He tells me that life is an enduring mile. My mother is absorbed with empathy, I'm inundated with apathy, Each day brings grim feelings, My father says with all hope desires to make its dwellings.