tragedy has struck me
not sadness, not depressed.
pure deep tragedy.
that put my thoughts to rest.
waves of acid deep over me.
burn right through my skin.
forgetful memories
the sounds of worlds giving in.
the feel of death.
though it is not proud.
has often left me cold and alone.
and has often let me down.
the edge of a cliff.
should I jump or just fall?
either way I die.
either way I lose it all.
should I glance into my future?
or focus on my past?
should I try to paint a picture?
or look at photographs?
I like this Melpomene.
muse hit me where I stand.
when everything once streets of gold,
turn into sinking sand.
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Submission Name: "Melpomene"
