Infinite Sadness

The long strolls in the woods have now become a dawdled walk on a ledge,

The zestful plunges in the brook, have now become journeys to the dark and never-ending abyss,

The spirited heart-to-hearts have now become unstimulating monologues,

The soul-stirring melodies have now become banal and uninspiring,

Her ever mellifluous voice has now become discordant,

The serene nights, now remind me of the quietude in a funeral,

The beauty of the glistening stars and the seraphic moon, now seem cloying,

Her presence which pulled me like a magnetar now draws me in a noose,

I am encircled in this melancholy, yet I am reticent about it.