Poetry: Midnight Melancholy

 In the midnight hour, alone he sat,

A broken soul with a heavy heart so flat,

Lost in thoughts of his life's bitter tale,

As tears of anguish began to trail.

The world around him seemed so far,

A distant realm, a fading star,

His heart wept with each distant sound,

As lights flickered, casting shadows on the ground.

The echoes of laughter and joyous cheer,

Only served to magnify his fear,

For he felt isolated in his pain,

Amidst the revelry, he felt so vain.

He wondered how he came to be,

In this dark place of misery,

Regret and sorrow gnawed at his soul,

As memories of the past took their toll.

He once dreamt of a brighter day,

With hopes and aspirations to pave his way,

But life's harsh blows had left him bruised,

His dreams shattered, his spirit confused.

The night enveloped him like a shroud,

As he sat alone, head bowed,

His tears mingled with the darkness deep,

As he wondered if he could ever find peaceful sleep.

The distant lights flickered, mocking his pain,

As he yearned to break free from the chain,

That held him captive in his despair,

Longing for a glimmer of hope, a breath of fresh air.

But the night was silent, the darkness profound,

As he sat there, feeling so profound,

His heart weeping with a heavy weight,

As he pondered his fate.

The sounds from afar seemed to fade,

As he sat there, feeling betrayed,

By life's cruel hand that dealt him blows,

Leaving him in this state of woes.

He wept for the dreams that were now lost,

For the battles fought and the heavy cost,

His heart ached with a poignant sorrow,

As he prayed for a brighter tomorrow.

But for now, in the midnight hour,

He sat alone, feeling the power,

Of sadness that enveloped his soul,

As he searched for meaning to make him whole.

And so, he sat, in the stillness of the night,

His heart weeping, his spirit's fight,

A melancholic boy with a heavy heart,

Yearning for solace, as he sat apart.