Melancholy Poem by John Carter Brown

Melancholy

There is a certain melancholy bordering my soul
there to check my happiness with hopelessness untold;
I've tried to oust the blasted thing, but always I do fail,
it plots and schemes against me, as it slithers like a snail.

I see it in it's hidey-hole, it's way is to deceive
waiting out my patience, if it should stall or leave;
but I have learned to live with it, it's under my control
I often poke the evil thing, sat in it's hidey-hole,

and it will never beat me - this thing from out the pit
I'll crush it with my reasoning until it has to quit;
no more this persecution from the lord of all the flies
I'll take my leave of torment and take sanity, my prize.

By John Brown September 2021