Melancholy Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melancholy states of mind register readily for unknown
reasons, not really knowing how to cry, tears lie for-
gotten, scattered in doorways, gone forever.

Forgiveness does not enter here, forbidden from stray-
ing down corridors of past history, for once life has
found and opened this hidden door, sorrow flows heavily
through without any warning.

Flooding a vulnerable mind with the pain of sadness, a
spark ignites, exploding ordinary patterns and short
circuiting reason and wisdom.