Melancholy heart, in much distress
for the latter days lack much rest.
In addition is the want of things
out of reach, absent from the scene.
My inner being laments this want,
many solutions found in this manhunt.
Yet none have aided my soul
and made this dreary man whole.
I have tucked away the optimistic shades
while I wear these pessimistic frames I made.
I long to give away this heart of mine
yet I'm reluctant at the exact same time.
The longing to be loved, to hold someone close,
is marred by my heart being a trampled-on rose.
What was once delicate has been treated as dirt,
the universe inside me is filled with unspeakable hurt.
