Meloncholy Trips Poem by Rafael Cazares

Id like to tell you it was a fib and that happiness would never be a former state.
No matter how many times my arms were open
The faces disagreed.
How many days have died and have been left behind?
The burden would only multiply
On this draconian spirit of mine.

The brilliance of a light is oceans away,
Its radiance never finding its place in my day.
I surround myself upon these myriad faces of sorrow
since they're all i possess for many, many tomorrows.

Fortuna, take me on another ride,
unveil the darkness of this recluse night.