Melancholy (Narrative Poem)

     Melanie Collie felt so sorry as she hung on to her wooden dolly. 

      The nights felt so soggy

      soon under the blue moon she started to feel too groggy

      waking up in a blissful gloom. 

      Melanie Collie felt so sorry for her awful loom, watching as her daydreams turned to doom. 

       Far too soon her hope was over she assumed, spinning in her lonely room.    

     Melanie Collie wanted some company; she’d hoped some would come over soon. 

       While tidying up her awful mess

       the blood stains wouldn’t leave her dress

          leaving her with more to stress. 

          In distress her heart would ache

         nothing more that she can take. 

      Thinking of all that would make her break

        she thought of all that’s left at stake. 

      Taking with her past mistakes, she fills her hope up in tight crates, traveling far from state to state. 

       In her state she’d hate to hear

       all the nice things that you hold dear. 

              In her ear whispers flood

         covering her in disgusting mud. 

            In her hollow hole she sinks

       leaving her the weakest link; she thought she could work out the kinks. 

       Melanie Collie staggered and stood slowly, walking past her bedroom door.    

       Falling to the floor

           she thought had she wanted more;

                 instead teardrops began to pour. 

     On the shore she had carried all she longed for, wondering why she wages this war. 

       At her core she knew so true

      that her heart she had grew

      but somewhere she became unglued. 

        All the woes that she had slewed

        pieced together slow and few

        but soon enough she had a clue 

       as to what really made her blue. 

              All that lies in sands of time

      will awake when Melanie Collie comes to find; looking for a place to hide. 

       Into your mind she took a stride

        her loneliness had multiplied. 

        Misguided by her haunted past

       seeing all the smiles she surpassed; surprised to see her sadness spread so fast. 

       Melanie Collie felt so sorry at her pity party. 

            The fumes that would last

            the laughter that surpassed

       as she makes her presence known. 

       Creeping into corners so dark; she intends to leave her mark. 

       Kicking her out was filled with doubt

      seeing all the slough she left about. 

     Picking at her skin so close 

    would make her feel the most;

              In your soul she hosts. 

        Making the most out of her time she supposed

        would be the best course of action 

              unless someone opposed. 

       With the opposition met

       her eyelids became wet; bringing back her worst regrets. 

    Aghast at what she would become

       she strut out into the morning sun

      burning up until her life is done. 

        Just because she was done 

       doesn’t mean she can’t have anymore fun; 

       out of the depths she comes and goes. 

         Melanie Collie hasn’t been the same since she went into her crawly. 

       With more joy to feel jolly

       she was able to trolly all of her fears away. 

         With Melanie Collie in the dust

          she had started to feel the fuss rust. 

          With her life less blue

          she had started to see anew; 

                      and within her

               happiness finally grew.