Legacy Misrepresented
Melancholy comes with ease To flow from heart to hand to pen, And thus it spreads, as a disease— Emerging time and time again: I seek a rhyme, and answer those That pull my strings of inner pain, And so recurrently compose A tenebrous, sedate refrain— Encounters, then, with joy and hope Lag unrecorded; and I fear Despite my feelings’ wider scope, My legacy will be a tear. July 28, 2005 Houston, Texas Age 24 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.