Melancholy

• Kyra Miller, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Alone I sit here all by myself,
With nothing but a withering wick,
To lighten up this dark, dark room
That covers my mind with black smoke thick.

Oh how I long for someone kind
To all my worries and troubles tell
That will listen to all I have to say
And understand my dreaded hell!

Oh how I long for the shine of the sun
To sing and dance in its radiant rays
To see each thing in its golden light
And to bath in its glorious blaze.

But now I'm back to my dark reality,
And I'm sitting here all alone
And this is where I will be
Until my dying moan.