Poem #5


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Melancholia

The dawn shines like a new penny on black asphalt,

She drops her paisley scarf over the day to protect her eyes,

Still, the light struggles to burn through,

But she’s unprepared to dismiss the quiet discontent flowing through her veins,

She disguises the malaise from others with dark shades and a tilted smile,

Silently enduring the tainted warmth conceals the pain produced,

The thorned crown belongs to her and it isn’t to be shared.