Melancholia

Melancholia By Laurence Dunbar 

Silently without my window, Tapping gently at the pane, 
Falls the rain. 
Through the trees sighs the breeze 
Like a soul in pain. 
Here alone I sit and weep; 
Thought hath banished sleep. 
Wearily I sit and listen 
To the water’s ceaseless drip. 
To my lip Fate turns up the bitter cup, 
Forcing me to sip; 
‘Tis a bitter, bitter drink, 
Thus I sit and think, — 
Thinking things unknown and awful, 
Thoughts on wild, uncanny themes, 
Waking dreams. 
Spectres dark, corpses stark, 
Show the gaping seams 
Whence the cold and cruel knife 
Stole away their life. 
Bloodshot eyes all strained and staring, 
Gazing ghastly into mine; 
Blood like wine 
On the brow — 
clotted now— 
Shows death’s dreadful sign. 
Lonely vigil still I keep; 
Would that I might sleep! 
Still, oh, still, my brain is whirling! 
Still runs on my stream of thought; 
I am caught 
In the net fate hath set. 
Mind and soul are brought 
To destruction’s very brink; 
Yet I can but think! 
Eyes that look into the future, — 
Peeping forth from out my mind, 
They will find 
Some new weight, soon or late, 
On my soul to bind, 
Crushing all its courage out,— 
Heavier than doubt. 
Dawn, the Eastern monarch’s daughter, 
Rising from her dewy bed, 
Lays her head 
‘Gainst the clouds’ sombre shrouds 
Now half fringed with red. 
O’er the land she ‘gins to peep; 
Come, O gentle Sleep! 
Hark! the morning cock is crowing; 
Dreams, like ghosts, must hie away; 
‘Tis the day. 
Rosy morn now is born; 
Dark thoughts may not stay. 
Day my brain from foes will keep; 
Now, my soul, I sleep
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~Source:  https://pickmeuppoetry.org/melancholia-by-laurence-dunbar/

What a flipping day. I have ridden the roller coaster of my feelings up, down, all around and then by this evening felt like I hit a brick wall. Maybe watching 7solid hours of Martian Successor Nadesico wasn’t such a smart idea. Nor cruising the WordPress support forums and reading the shills lie about what WP.com is doing with selling their users out to AI.

It’s not even 6:30pm and I’m already for the next weekend. Maybe I need to get offline for a week? Well, a good night’s sleep and a busy week of work should help cure what ails me.