A menacing feeling,
Just came through my door,
It stained black my windows,
I've met it before,
And as it approaches,
It catches my breath,
This feeling is murder,
This feeling is death,
It's stopping my thoughts,
It's clouding my mind,
It's staining my senses,
And making me blind,
I'm writing this poem,
In hope you will see:
A dangerous feeling,
Is melancholy |
Submission Name: Melancholy
