The Elegy Of Me Poem by Enchanting Owl

Viewing the skyline with stars; seeing the ocean so blue.
Hearing the cute birds sing; witnessing a bud sprout, and new.
I will foster this majestic and winsome view until February,
This could be the elegy for me.

Tears are my wine; the bullets of misery ricochet.
This is customary; this is my favorite entree.
Familiar with this never-ending cycle of melancholy,
This would be the elegy for me.

Dialogue is my acceptance; pleasing is my 'Thank You! '.
For the people who extended their hands, wearing my shoe,
Want to see them happy authentically and smiling endlessly.
This might be the elegy for me.

Escaping reality, flying in dreamed ecstasy.
My way of escaping worry and it feels so easy.
Unvigilant, uncharted and unfamiliar with what may cause me,
This should be the elegy for me.

Stepping into huge traps and falling on an untouched chasm.
Depression is my new bible, girdled with hollow phantasm.
Lightning strikes flash unwanted glum memories—the great absence of glee.
This must be the elegy for me.

Sunset viewing... cruel summer... tears drop...feeling in love...
Thanking people, self-acceptance, a sky full of doves.
The tangent line of emotion is showing—this is my synecdoche.
This had been an elegy for me.