Poem: Melancholy

The weather is gloomy,

As gloomy as my soul,

I question my soul, why?

My soul just silent and fold.

The weather is gloomy,

As gloomy as my soul.

Still asking the soul, why?

My soul just silent and fold.

This weather is gloomy,

As gloomy as my soul.

Keep asking the soul, why?

My soul just silent and fold.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s