My Difficulty With Melancholy

Melancholy fills my eyes like soap,
burning away the glamour of hope;
this drama of darkness is ruined by my cheer:
that rhyme made me <grin>. I'm off for a beer.

This poem is due to be published in a forthcoming edition of Black Rose.
When you get the chance, please rush out and buy it!

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Dylan Harris

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
push pop

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