Woe Is Me Poem by Adam M Snow
Woe Is Me
Woe is Me
By: Adam M. Snow
The dawning of an ageless night,
Starts with fear of love's delight,
Calling upon a vespertine heart,
Who doesn't say, would soon fall apart.
Broken tears now laid to rest,
My sorrow tears knows what's best.
My ghost shows pity for the lost,
With final dreams the only cost.
Lest I forget the endless sorrow,
Coming close, the forsaken morrow,
Melancholy of my one desire,
Burning sensationally like a fire,
Waking from a lonely slumber,
No dream should I encumber.
My destiny awaits my fate,
Feeling no love, only hate.
My ghost awaits the world to see,
One thing on my mind, 'Woe is me.'
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4/25/2024 12:42:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well written and well structured poem that reminds me of the efforts of poets of an earlier time. To which I add: On Melancholy* Woe is me' indeed That's not what you should plead, Instead look around And see the good that you have found, Plenty of time to address The unpleasantness 'coming close, the forsaken morrow.' So let's begin by saying There is no telling What the future holds So let's instead be rather bold And taste the fruits from life's tree Enjoying the best that are free It's time to bank, not stoke the fire 'Melancholy of my one desire' For melancholy is a permanent affliction, Or black bile which lies in the constitution. But what you suffer is dejection or rejection, A temporary affliction from which you can be set free From sadness and the plea, 'Woe is me.' s *Crabb's Synonymes, pp 413, Tenth edition 1849, New York, Harper Bros.