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 :-). I’m off for a beer.


This poem was published in the 13th edition of Black Rose.


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