As I was going through my old stuff and such, I found this poem that I wrote a while ago. And since I’m a bit depressed, I thought of sharing it with you.

After all, aren’t we all living in one melancholy town?!

Autumn breeze in a windy day,
willow leaves in twilight.
Silhouettes fading as the night breaks,
making me forget what I am today.

Snow flakes amidst a field of bids,
slowly paling as my hopes gone dead.
Memories of childhood and first love lost,
like a forgotten soldier to war is led.

Winter rain came to wash our sins,
forgiven, forgotten, and cruel.
An owl screeching in the night’s haze
flying over my hero’s grave.

In the Melancholy Town we bury
our memories and sleep.
No lights just whispers,
murmurs a lullaby through a weep.