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Thursday, July 2, 2009
Severe melancholy, or what we might refer to in terminology as 'depression', actually contains the sad truth that there is a boundary as to how much heartbreaks a person can bear. Break this boundary, and no one else will know the limit as to how far and deep are the extremes of a human mind. Sinister thoughts and self-battering notions will be the only thing to think of, and only then will you know how certain things can drive a human to enter upon some of darkest corners of the mind...Reaching into the darkmost of our hearts
When the death sonata begins to sound like a melodious carol,
Is the moment when we begin our walk down the lane of tragic sorrow.
The cobbled path drives agony into the heart with every stride,
With sharp shards of my shattered pride.
My touch on the doorknob freezes one's pulse,
As I nudged open the door a rancorous being is aroused.
The wicked beckons me in,
Thus he canth feed upon my inconsolable rage and sins.
I smell the sweet scent of blood on the walls,
Memories of a forgotten past return their calls.
Imminent destruction urges me to take my leave,
But tonight I know it is my soul's last eve.
Every single furniture piece,
Only says that nothing can be eased.
The next chamber tells more stories,
An unswept floor exist in our lives as a crease.
A brush of faked apologies will suffice,
Because the aroma of regrets are merely last years's Winter Solstice.
The yellowed parchment on the table I have read,
And saw the miserable days that have been led,
I shall walk out with hesitant treads,
And leave this sadness behind without taking with me a single shred.
Written by William with a pen of putrid blood.
Kind guidance from Phil and with gratitude, I give him my regards. ~End~
A troubled mind is something not easily expressed. I pondered that such savage thoughts could only be literalised by comparing it with a desolate and abandoned house, which is forever lost in the history of our pathetic wrongdoings. This poem has a strong meaning for me, for rough patches in life are not rare, and once in a while something will come for you with a rancid vengeance.
Also for those who are not doing well in their lives, stop wallowing in self-pity, and follow the last line of the poem. May you step into the light soon. Good night.
