Melancholia's Vow

O' sweet child,
you are a chosen one.
Mine, you are
and to me you belong.
Run, run, you may
but there is no place you can hide
where I can't find you.
Hush now, and be still.
Trust in my hand,
the one that wraps itself around your throat.
Alone you will never be,
for I will always be with you.
Into darkness we shall fall together,
and it is there
where I will embrace you, my dear one.
Home, you have arrived,
for this is where you belong,
and it is here, that I will never let you go.

Reviews

[Knight, not a Saint]

I've been back here after a long time and i read this one.
Really really nice and i can relate to it. Your description,if i may call it that way, is so real.
But believe me, you'll get out of it one day. But keep writing!!....very nice.
I initially thought it was something romantic but the line "Trust in my hand,
the one that wraps itself around your throat." broke my bubble and i realized its the all so familiar yet unexplained hand of depression. Good.Keep going.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Ah, yes, it can seem like that at times; melancholy I mean. The odd thing here is that you've befriended it. Rather like Robin Williams portrayal of the depressive atmosphere of pre-glasnost Russia (Moscow on the Hudson). I suppose it manifests differently for everyone - that you describe it here as a falling into darkness as something wraps about the throat; that's rather different. I wouldn't have imagined that as an artifact of melancholy. I've always experienced it as a lingering blues or subtle depression (perhaps erroneously). Ah well, best leave the details to the professional, eh? In the end, a nice rendition, Whitney.

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

It's not something I've so much as befriended but more as something felt and accepted as something that I believe I'll never be able to fully escape from. The depression takes a sort of pleasure inflicting the misery and so it has a sense of sweet sadism. Thank you so much for the time taken for your review, I truly appreciate it!!!