I Have Grown Melancholic

The bile in my spleen upon close inspection has turned black
My abilities and senses that were heightened during mania are now diluted
And yet my body remains

Good God or higher power
Bring it back
I want to run again
I want to devour life through sight, sound, smell and touch
I want to feel all pleasures
I want to believe those moments were my true form
Not this body, now old and tired

I do not know if this is my very soul
But I felt it expanding past my corporeal form
I am pure color and imagination
But as damned as i am entropic
This weak being as described
Is now small, fragile
And weighing down my heart
Please send flowers for my brain
For I just feel like giving up



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Writer(s): Andrea John
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