Melancholy full of folly,
Laughing at my dreams,
Why be so cruel with this old fool,
Your condescension screams,
My heart in need, do I not bleed,
Where sutures hold my seams,
Melancholy full of folly,
Dancing in my dreams.
Melancholy full of folly,
Drowning in cement,
Sadness sounds where dark abounds,
And meets my cold lament,
My thoughts are held by humour felled,
Through forests cursed and bent,
Melancholy full of folly,
Trapped like quick cement.
Melancholy full of folly,
Raging through my soul,
I’d like to thump this awful stump,
That pins me in this hole,
Though fists are tight I have no fight,
My knuckles bruised and swole,
Melancholy full of folly,
Darkness fills my soul.
Melancholy full of folly,
Dancing in my dreams,
I try to steer this savage fear,
Can you not hear my screams,
I’m held to ground by trauma bound,
By life’s embittered schemes,
Melancholy full of folly,
Laughing at my dreams.
© The Complicated Bunny – 08 Mar 2023
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