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Melancholy
A mist of grey enters through the gate,
stealing color from the rose.
The leaves and skies a darker shade
when invited to enter its gloom.
The tears one sheds, welcome malaise,
and raindrops against the window.
Memories of smiles and sunlit days lost,
squandered on the mental rain.
In long-ago days, melancholy was thought
a somewhat bitter charm.
Young girls, distraught behind their fans,
found fragility's aura within its arms.
A weighty mist, its sadness no longer sought
Its medical term is Depression
a psychological, genetic, medical condition.
Time passes slowly until melancholy ebbs and then leaves.
Too soon, it will return to those who wait.
May 8, 2023
for "Anatomy of Melancholy" poetry contest
by Craig Cornish
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Ann Peck
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