Melancholy

2. f a l l i n g [ poetry '14 ]

What does it actually feel?

Falling into the coldness of the dark,

The damp void of hopeless tears,

Seeing nothing but the unreachable.

What does it really feel?

Embracing the ever lone thoughts,

Cherishing the unstable moments,

Most afraid of what will perish.

What is this intense melancholy?

Holding onto that important something,

Seeing that single ray of hope blossom,

And you can't fathom everything yourself.

Do you know the feeling?

The feeling of being followed,

Then stopping to meet that something,

But you still can't be on the same terms.

I hope you saw me even for a while,

When I strived for you that it ached.

I hope you missed the idea of me,

When I suddenly vanished without anything.

And if you are wondering somewhat,

Of my whereabouts and wellness,

Look at the most forgotten and darkest.

I reside on your heart's isolated recesses.

There, you'll see me helplessly staggering,

Still suffering the disastrous impact,

Catastrophic, wearing the signs of gore,

I'm now a person broken, sad and hollow.

Please don't ask unnecessary questions

On how, why, and when this happened.

Because I simply wanted to fall with you,

But I ended up falling without you.