Friday, June 10, 2016

Mulling over melancholy

Years have passed to no avail
This past year, will however prevail
A bag of disenchantments dominate
As ways to get past, I ruminate
Not a single triumph to recall
Of misery, I seem to be in thrall
Little moments seemingly so
Even those have been a blow
How did I get myself into this rut
Of dread and dreary, entire gamut
Snap out of it one can; I used to say
Different altogether, when it’s my day
Persons, things and events,
Have contributed their contents
However hard, I seem to try
From its clutches, I can’t pry.