Pathetic Doesn’t Describe It

The lonely shouts of

nothingness descend

upon my ears

as I try to escape

this sadness.

The shouting in my

head won’t stop.

The dissonance of

manic silence.

Because of this

I grab a

pencil every night

to scribble away

the melancholy.

T H E      M E L A N C H O L Y

At times this is

all I can come

up with.