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Melancholy, by Edvard Munch
Vic Evora

Melancholy

A Poem by my Doppelgänger

A deep melancholy
gripped me this morning
a feeling of sadness,
impotence,
infirmity,
powerless to understand
life’s meaning,
inadequate
to imagine
my future in adversity
 
How does one face
a bleak lonely future alone?
How does one confront
the gnawing loneliness?
Will one turn to
a person cold as stone?
Can one survive
without another’s caress?
 
I’m numb,
I ache,
tears well in my eyes,
as I contemplate
the rough road that awaits me.
How can this earthly life
that started out so nice,
be saddled with anguish,
the blues and misery?
 
Where is the love
that I felt
not very long ago?
What have I done
that my last hope vanished?
Now,
I have no outlook
when I face tomorrow.
My one last chance
for happiness has perished
 
The future is dreary,
dismal,
but I must go on.
Perhaps the days will go fast;
life will pass me by.
Perhaps the nights will zoom
from dusk to dawn.
Then
all I have to do,
sleep till the day I die
 
04-07-2012
© Vic A Evora

(2012)

It was the distant past; another time in my life.

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