Melancholia
In my morning’s misty madding slumber,
I rise to face the dreams of yesteryear.
Will today have better thoughts, I wonder.
My mind's a maze of agony and fear.
I live in shadows, daydreams of the past.
my body's aching too in agony.
I softly muse how hours went by so fast,
those times of joy and love long lost to me.
In my soul a hollow emptiness lies
enfolding all around it with the gloom.
The dawn is plush with dark and dreary skies,
I've missed the days of blueness in the bloom.
I am the victim of a dread disease.
Melancholia has me under seize.
In the past melancholia was a more widely used psychiatric term for manic
depression.
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