Melancholy Musings Of The Soul Poem by Karpop Riba

Wrapped in a cloak of somber hue
My heartstrings pull as sorrow ensues.
In the quiet of my troubled mind,
A requiem plays for joys left behind.

If only time's sands could reverse course
And love's flame reignite its passionate force
Alas! the past now fades from view:
Leaving pain in its wake, a sharp, unyielding hue.

My soul is adrift in a ceaseless flood
Melding with a mournful song that echoes through life's thud.
A heart rent with pain and regret,
A brittle shell is all that remains, a visceral ocular dialect...

In the throes of despair.. I seek a ray of light;
A beacon to guide me through this interminable night
A glimmer to cut through this dark, mournful lull
A balm to dispel this melancholic wool.

But fate holds me in its vice-like grip
Leaving naught but pain, emptiness, and a shattered script
Amidst this sea of sorrow and despair,
I await the grace that will heal my heart's tear.

In the midst of this dismal despair,
I cling to hope and its consoling flair.
A light, which one day may pierce the gloom,
A sign to help my broken heart resume.

Until fate, on wings of grace, arrives to ease my pain...
I'll find comfort in melancholic verse and forgive my gain.
I'll mourn my loss, yet rise and fight,
Beneath these tears lies a strength, unbending of might.