Melancholy Muse

In the depths of my soul, where shadows creep,

There lies a sorrow, profound and steep.

A poem of sadness I shall now weave,

With words of despair, I hope to relieve.

Upon a canvas of tears, my verses paint,

The ache within, a melancholy taint.

A symphony of sighs, my heart's lament,

A poignant tale of sorrow's firmament.

In solitude's embrace, I find my muse,

As sadness whispers, the world I peruse.

Each word a tear, each line a heavy sigh,

A bittersweet solace, as verses fly.

Like a somber melody, my pen cascades,

Through rivers of ink, my anguish pervades.

The rhythm of sadness, a mournful dance,

With each syllable, a tearful chance.

The raindrops weep upon a broken sky,

Echoing the tears that within me lie.

Each droplet a mirror of my inner plight,

A torrent of sadness, relentless and tight.

Yet, within this darkness, I find a spark,

A glimmer of hope amid the shadows stark.

For through sorrow's embrace, strength does arise,

A phoenix of resilience, ready to surmise.

And so, my poem of sadness finds its end,

With a glimmer of hope, a message to send.

Though tears may flow and darkness may reside,

In sadness, we find strength, deep down inside.