The Melancholic State

We're all blinded
By beautiful masquerades
Stumbling over our own pieces
Slitting through the darkest of the caves

We've all learnt to conceal our scars
But the scars, crave to be embraced
Why is it that we yearn for the things we can't have?
Why is it that we ignore the best of blessings in the process?
No, it isn't the absence of mind
Nor is the broken heart supposed to be blamed
Maybe we're too busy defying ourselves
Too busy competing each other
As to whose life is in the darkest state

There might come a time...
When bliss might welcome us with the warmest embrace
And we might turn away
Fearing it might destroy us
By bringing us out of the most loved
'The Melancholic state'
_Guzi


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