Melancholic Failures
There I was, shrouded in darkness
Telling myself it would get better
And that I’d have to maintain hope
For another fruitful day.
A stillness in the air
It brought me immense fear
Reflecting upon the shadows of the past
And yet, the end of the struggle was near
But in the distance gleamed a beacon of hope
And it told of better days
Though disheartened, I rose from dark
And within me grew a fiery blaze
This poem is about:
Me
Our world