Melancholia

Wrinkled melancholia swamped

In the sorrys of yesterdays

Protruded viciously from the 

Dark ripples of happiness,

Tying her heart into ephemeral knots

Of hypophrenia, 

Reveries void of vorfreude,

Pistanthrophobia enveloping her habromania;

Giggling away the bruises

Tampering her numb heartbeats

Into blue-black thumps

Fracturing her will to subsist;

Knackered and friable,

She held the horizon’s tears 

For the oceans,

For it too’d turned grey with plastic apologies;

Her weeping words mellifluously mumbled

As to why one is under the dilemma 

That a mere ‘sorry’ everwhen afloat

On one’s heart could dry another’s eyes;

“Nevertheless, atrabilious beings must be effaced,”

The ocean’s evanescent waves susurrated,

Laconically kindling her 

To treasure herself unconditionally and endlessly.