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Gedicht: My melancholy

As I sit here,
On the floor of my room,
The melancholy draws near,
Filling my heart with gloom.

Dreaming of better times,
Of days that used to be.
Forgetting all the sadness and crimes,
It’s the current me from which I flee.

Wanting to do it all over again,
Just to escape the present.
But it would be in vain,
The pain stays without my consent.

Yearning to turn back time,
As mistakes begin to pile.
Wishing life were less inclined
To fracture, if only for a while.

Over het gedicht:

We often think life was better in the past, but was it?