Melancholy Is The Chemical Poem by R. Ariffin
Melancholy Is The Chemical
Still is the pacing of the heart
No love could ever flow
The veins are blue with vengeance
The mind is ticking ready to blow
Silence is the sound from the lips
No word could describe the grief
The soul aches in spinal truth
The moment it swallowed disbelief
Melancholy is the chemical that runs
Within all spectrum of emptiness
When you left me estranged
By confusion and utter madness
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 4:55:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
melancholy is indeed a form of madness.....