Melancholia

PACollin

Sylvia, Anne!
How can you write in this sorrowful state?
Where a mood hangs like a coat of stone,
its icy weight relentless and paralyzing. 

Your fear is realized
as a casual encounter triggers
a rehearsed cheerful facade
with death behind your eyes. 

Your mask has become so refined
by the sleepless hours spent
perfecting the detail of a fictitious smile
you hope will resemble the real McCoy. 

All while hating yourself for
carving it in the first place.

  • Author: PACollin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2017 13:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: We all experience a portion of the long standing hopelessness that some of the greats were dealing with on a daily basis. I wrote this during one such period, trying to understand my own thoughts and melancholy.
  • Category: Reflection
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