Ebon melancholy fills my mind again,
Chills my blood again.
Listlessly, I gaze into the dark,
Into the flickering shadows,
Pulsating with my heart, devouring the light.
Shuddering, heaving sobs wrack my body.
Even the darkest night shall end?
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicolea day ago in Confessions
Comments (3)
Until it doesn't. And then may there at last be peace.
Everything has an end. Loved your Acrostic!
Amazing acrostic!