When I'm by myself and free to muse,
But I am reluctant to leave the dark views.
when I'm crafting virtual castles in the air.
without sadness and without fear.
Soothing my mind with fantasies is sweet.
I feel that time is truly tight and feat.
All my delights in this are folly.
Nothing tastes as dear as melancholy.
When I was waking up alone,
Recalling whatever I've done
Tyrannise, my ideas almost you
Fear and grief struck me through
Whether I stay or whether I go
The pace of time seems to be real slow.
All my sorrows around this are jolly.
Nothing is as insane as melancholy.
disappearing in a smooth way.
The hope of tomorrow is gone today.
Lay an effort to entice him to stay.
even when he went astray.
Life is similar to molding clay.
Hearth hardened, put on display.
Memories are all over, alike a token.
The mountain of lies, I've spoken
The wounds were ripped open.
Regrettably, one had chosen
It wrecked each day with a fancy notion.
And yet she flees the world, broken.
Written: May 09, 2023
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