“Melancholy”
Melancholy smashes veins,
like a huge hammer over the head,
and pushes the heart,
like a strong man pushes a big rock.
It turns the memories
into a dark and silent graveyard
on a moonless night.
It makes us see shadows in the light,
even when the sun rises
in a blue sky.
It can touch the furthest memory
that was about to disappear.
The feeling of agony
amidst great melancholy
smells like a rotten corpse
abandoned in the woods.
That sad thought makes us hear
the voices of those loved ones
who had gone away
a long time ago.
The jumble of thoughts
of melancholy sparks
a bitter taste
that cannot be digested.
It burns the stomach
from its interior walls,
and squeeze the liver,
making the blood black
turning it into liquid steel.
Copyright © Gerardo A Pineda | Year Posted 2026
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