When the melancholy darkness
Meets me right into the eyes
I looked into its deep, dark abyss
Silent when nothing could I find
The melancholy darkness
Has a way of taking forms and whorls
When the rains come down in earnest
And beats so silent when it roars
The melancholy darkness
Has a way about its own tone
Its slender shape and all its finesse
Seems to hide what it really hones
The melancholy darkness
With a pit of just nothing inside
Takes one to confront the deepness
A new word needed, 'twas more than just wide
In that melancholy darkness
I hardly saw anything but me
I saw all of my faults, the emptiness
The shadows all surround me, I can't be free
That real melancholy darkness
Is proper and yet so so misleading
You can't ignore it's keenness
And it makes weak, wanting, pleading
The inner melancholy darkness
Cannot be thought of, or fathomed
It can live on only your own weakness
Like a parasite, unknown when formed
The melancholy darkness
Is beautiful in it's own way
The depressed way, but not kindness
Always seems to have more sway
The melancholy darkness
Is a heaven of it's own to me or anyone
It's seemingly medicine, gives calmness
But bit by bit, it's a poison, it's seen by noone.......
©AkshayaGadre