Melancholic Muse
Its inner self, deep dark hole of a maze,
Sad stretch of dire and apathetic doom,
Exacerbated when outlasts a phase,
Giving the tunnel end’s lighting no room.
The steel shackles along its iron grip
Without a shame restraint the weary mind,
Stricken under merciless lashing whip -
In solitude, disabled and confined.
To silence this depressing demon’s voice -
To attack from all fronts and from within,
Forfeiting the battle is not a choice,
Only one way to rise above - to win!
May 7, 2023
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Anatomy of Melancholy
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