Still Blooming

So far gone Estranged and withdrawn Blinded by this melancholic shroud of mist This depression revealing My inability to confront these feelings That continue to persist A wistful disposition To remain in this vulnerable position Yet somehow, I insist To wallow in my lamentation In the melancholy of my imagination As my fingers clench into a fist But soon gloom gives room My grim apathy resumes As I continue to reminisce Although gloomy, I remain unassuming My dolefulness still blooming From the depths of this abyss