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Hidden Melancholy

The moon weeps tonight

In place of clouds, tears of blood

Behind every drop is a story_

Untold, only stains remain

With time, no soul pays heed

 

Trapped in misery

As it’s shrouded, by its own curtains

Never to reveal its dampness

Beyond grief, lies home

Where no one awaits, only memories

 

Echoes resume

Those of taunted emotions,

Lingering in depths of despair, are threats of silence

Not able to take any shape, remain vulnerable

Moulding its own to escape its chains

 

With time, it understands

Not one cares, nor one dares

It keeps it all in, exploding within

The bedrock barely holding, it journeys on

To explore that which remains hidden.