Alas the poet’s sorrow,

I know it well!

Infesting, invading,

the melancholic mind,

destructively, saving,

our urge to write

stirring the soul,

to release and let go,

giving up, and,

giving in,

to inspirations, intuit.

Your only weapon,

pen, ink and wit,

to fight the foes,

with verse and prose,

with the words of a poet,

and the wisdom of the sage,

together we’ll haunt the universe,

with tears and hearts upon our page.

© The Poet’s Melancholy 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm