''Lines on Melancholy Transforming into Triumphant Truth,'' a Villanelle (1st draft)
When, in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes,I all alone bemoan my forlorn state;
and curse myself, as one whom men despise.
As a youth, melancholic and unwise,
I felt eternal gloom to be my fate
(when in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes),
as one to never again wake or rise;
but despair to the end (and terminate),
cursing myself as one whom men despise.
But I forswear this gloom, this hasty demise!
For sorrow and woe can God mitigate,
when in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes.
So long as I have breath to daily rise,
so long as I have lines to dedicate:
I'll not curse myself, as one whom men despise.
If I have never writ, or men devised,
then none have known this Truth that's animate
when (in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes)
I once cursed myself, as one whom men despised.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2020-07-10 at 16:37
Tags Bipolar Melancholy Truth
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