For I’m empty
Night swallowed my words, I’m too weak to fight
Note: I am a poetess and like the other devotees of arts and aesthetics like musicians and painters, the work I produce is not on the same plain which the average people would consider to be their day to day reality. But you all understand that, of course. In brief, while I am trembling in a mad fit of laughter in delight, I can stand aside and be sad too for the timing of its arrival. Most definitely a poem written in such mental state will be melancholic, while I was anything but.