Melancholy Poem Novels & Stories

But instead, it's another one of those strange poems that comes out of me. "He who's lost will come back again, at the other end, no longer a friend. "Two are the faces of those in command, grander schemes to darken the land. "The monster's den remains wide open, giving the traitors nowhere to hide." My spirit rushes back inside me, and suddenly I'm aware that I'm kneeling on the ground, my clothes soaking up all the cold water from the melting snow. I look around vaguely, only to be shocked by the sight of a perfect ring of melted snow all around me, almost like I emitted a ray of heat.

"Is she sad, do you think? The girl in the song." "Not too sad, I'd say. Melancholy perhaps. Or wistful. In her head, her lover is with her." Outside the moon is bright and clear; a velvet night and deep. Though beside me empty sheets I find A warm embrace around me twines, And my love and I shall sleep. The words bring back a memory. "I did that with you once, you know. When you were away for a few days, and I was missing you."

"What about her?" "There's a poem written on the notebook she gave me on my dream last night saying, ‘With or without, it's the same. Family is a blessing-or not? Complete yet feels like broken; in a mess, in chaos. I should be thankful—or not? My heart, my mind-helpless. Atmosphere; sadness, anger, pain. What can I do? It feels like everyone is drowning to the brokenness and hatred. They’re hurting each other; emotionally, verbally. My heart keeps on pounding-pained. Is it better to be just apart?’ Finally,” he said. "Either you have a complete family or not, happiness seems unfriendly," I said.

He tried to plead, but my cold gaze silenced him. He collapsed and wailed in agony.

The next day, The morning unfurled its light, yet its embrace felt cold and distant, a reflection of the melancholy that enveloped my being. Every moment carried the weight of unspoken sorrows, dragging me deeper into a sea of muted emotions. I couldn't take another morning without her beside me. The world outside moved in a somber dance, its colors dulled by the shadow of my desolation. Even the gentle rustle of leaves seemed to whisper tales of sadness, echoing the ache that resided within.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

I whispered into the dark, voice breaking as the words left my lips. And as the day set again, I had never felt so much despair. It settled deep in my bones, heavy and cold, like the world had lost its color. The sky turned shades of orange and red, bleeding into the horizon, but it felt mocking. Beautiful and cruel while my mate was out there somewhere, suffering. I stood still on the balcony, wind tugging at my clothes, the cool evening air carrying the faint salt from the distant sea. I watched the sun sink lower, my chest tight with a grief I couldn't name.

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

she managed to say. "I'm no longer in love with the concept of you but in love with you. During the times when you are not melancholic, you are radiant, like the sun. You light up this whole castle with merely your smile and fill my halls with music when you giggle. Yes, you have lost a bit of your brilliance but your charm has won me not only when you are the sun but even when you are the moon. Your emptiness and grief are somehow wonderful to me. The melancholy that you possess is like the moon that lights my dark heart. I just can't help but fall in love with you."

Elijiah's Message: “Melancholy, sadness, anxiety – and more than that, there was a huge blank in my life. Was it a blank I am ought to fill out or was it already filled but was erased and had been long forgotten? I don’t know really. All I know is that the small blank gradually grew larger until it drowned me in nightmares which made me feel content in the blandness of my life. No, I can’t dream of being happy nor letting my heart be at peace at the very least. It’s only for the fortunate who are blessed enough to be able to give the world a beautiful smile they both deserve.