My victories ceased for a long time
They only remain as memories
That I try to recall
When I feel down
And doubting of myself.

My triumphs were once so plenty
Now they seem only but a dream
A play in a misty night
Rehearsed not for a second
But performed so naturally well.

And now, almost everyday
I painstakingly rehearse
The play of everyday living
But how difficult it is for me
To act the way I did before...


*melancholia series

09/21/2001

Posted on 09/21/2001
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