what sadness this



what sadness this, that steals my breath
and leaves my heart to grieve,
what unnamed anguish haunts my soul
and offers no reprieve?

such frilly words beguile my mind
and strut across the page,
grandiloquence of inmost thought
belies a bygone age.

but when dark melancholy blooms
base modern phrase fail,
they lack the poetry of speech
that olden words entail.

so here i sit and cry and ache
and write my woes to see,
vocabulary shot to hell,
but that's alright with me.


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