
The Melancholy takes its hold on me
And stops me from achieving peace of mind
It blocks my sight so thus I cannot see
It feels much like a chain I can't unbind
When faced with sorrow, I must find a way
To combat its dark, foreboding power
The struggle to win lasts every day
Every minute of every hour
But often I can break free of this curse
And for a time become myself again
Despite this feeling of being much worse
It helps to be able to talk to a friend
A good friend is always one worth keeping
When compassion is what you are seeking
About the Creator
ChampionElCid
I started writing fanfiction and slowly over time have progressed to writing poetry and short stories. On Vocal I hope to continue my writing and slowly begin to make a name for myself.
I hope I continue to impress you...




Comments (1)
A very impactful piece. I love this line ‘But often I can break free of this curse And for a time become myself again’.