The Melancholy of Void
“It was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.” - Anais Nin
Tears of Christ
Yes, there is this grief,
an absolute melancholy
in this awareness of existence.
Where in this crowd of nothingness,
the void cries for its existence.
Again and again, the memory
swallows this insurmountable pain
down the river of my throat
to re-live the paradise
my mind has created.
Again and again, the memory
molds, burns, and creates
a new definition of the meaning of life
to be left behind for me to find anew tomorrow.
Vile, tormented, and neglected
what the world gave to the one
who spoke of this marrow.
Not again—let me drain out this river
and turn it into a desert no one will borrow.
Let this be the last time I speak of this sorrow.
February, 2025
