Interior Melancholy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Violins playing my heart, keeping me in a state of melancholy throughout the day.
Never straying far from grief, saturating my heart anew each day.
Falling into chasms of darkness, not wanting to return to life above.
Looking into the ebony blackness of my mind, I find that I no longer want to talk or speak to anyone again.
A silence that has fallen upon me is grave, a silence beyond this world, taking away the will of life, losing hope, and dying within.
Only wanting to listen to music and write from deeply within where no one else can reach me.
A solitude quietly encompassing my soul trying to heal so I may return and stay this time.
Having been hurt to the core of my being, my soul ripped in two, being thrown away like yesterday's garbage, hurting me beyond all repair - beyond all prayers - as I sink into a dismal form of life.