A Poem about Sadness

"Morose Soul"

Parch lips solemnly praying for the upliftment

Sullen for years, unloved and distressed

Wondering spirit tryin' to find refuge

In this realm fraught with judgment

Wandering to unknown chaotic places

Searching for a purpose, looking for a cure

Sleepless seek, no wonder I'm so lost

Felt a hundred years of excruciating sorrow

Seems like no one can quench this thirsty soul

Even Gods can't help me from this morose

For thyself is stubborn in altering the paradigm

Of this endless, melancholic thoughts

Kept my mind incarcerated for years

Isolated from the noises of this society

Afraid of trusting people again

An ill-tempered heart so broken and pale

Even myself can't decipher the wants

For now, let me dwell with my own demons

Indulge in the morbidity of thy soul

Weary as I am, I need to lay down now

In this bed where comfort can be only found.

The darkness has prevailed within thyself

Slowly drowning in this sadness

Let me sleep deeply and get away from reality.

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