melancholy

Melancholy Pain in my marrow My heart is filled with sorrow Anytime I think of tomorrow I want to escape to a burrow. Friends in coma Families in trauma Why can't life be like summer When happy moments are no brainstormer Bright, full of joy and much gleamer But reality states I'm a daydreamer Is there really hope for the future Assurance for generations not yet in the picture For we refute words of the scripture And worship a sculpture We revel in our fellow man's torture To leave a legacy without structure The cord of love that unite us ruptures what we have ,a world full of punctures Maybe what we need is a capture into the realm of rapture Atleast anything to get a departure From this uncanny distemperature