A Note to Melancholy
written by: S. Akbar
Not sadness nor grief
No regrets; will not wimp.
I want to touch melancholy—
Not in a way that will destroy me.
I want to touch melancholy—
In a way that will sustain me.
I want to live in it
Grow in it
Fly away from it
Then again, I want to be in touch with it.
My skin rubbing off the hue—
I surrender.
I’m not fighting it anymore.
It can crawl up to my skin through the veins
To my guts through the blood.
I want it like a vamp—
Will be destroyed in sunlight
But will regain under the moonlight!
A literature student with a passion for writing. I grew up with a fascination for nature, especially sky gazing. There is something about books, poetry, the sky, and flowers that never fails to excite me. Most of my writing deals with the complex dynamics of human emotion and is intertwined with nature clusters.
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- A Note to Melancholy - July 23, 2025
