To Melancholy

I stand poised without gills,

Keep your light from my sorrowful sight,

The nutrient in misery feeds me whole,

It lets me grow in the pith of its darkness,

I feed upon it as upon me it feeds,

There is a light that dwells upon this shade,

Invisible to you, who has a heart

I have a mushroom,

A melancholic mushroom’

A bacteria so gracefully growing in the dark

Shed not a tear for me,

The salinity of your emotion may retard the growth of my yeast,

I stand poised without Gills,

Keep your light from my sorrowful sight,

Poem by Lindani

Posted on: 20th July 2023