Melancholy Poem by YURI DURAAN

As I sit here and write
melancholy overcomes me…
Have I lost some kind of bargain
with God, the outcome of which
has brought me to this point of
despair?
If this sadness is love, then please
let it pass by me, for I am not
made for this half-life where
I am yours but sleep alone,
curled up in myself like an
embryo never to be born into
daylight…
then rather take my heart and leave it
in the desert to dry and become
dust so that the wind can
carry it away.