Why does sorrow cling to me, I shall reveal,
My journey of growth, a tempest's dance, surreal,
A lone wolf, adrift in life's vast, untamed domain,
I spell my name, a unique melody, in solitude's refrain,
Lonely, yet fiercely independent, I remain.

Opportunities slip through my grasp, like water's flow,
I watch them vanish, like fleeting dreams, they go,
Time and again, elusive, beyond my hold,
Tell me, how can I shield my heart from sorrows untold?

All I've built, with tears and sweat, a fragile abode,
Like a castle on shifting sands, its fate bestowed,
I witness its collapse, a symphony of crumbling walls,
All I've amassed, reduced to naught, as destiny calls.

Let me tell you, this is my melancholy's embrace,
This is me, a tapestry woven with life's intricate grace,
Ever-changing, like the kaleidoscope's vibrant hues,
A lone wolf, embracing the unknown, I choose.

So tell me, why should I not embrace this sorrow's art?
When all I've built, like sandcastles, fall apart,
I tell you, this is my melancholy's sweet refrain,
A testament to resilience, amidst life's transient reign.
© Seinitonkumo Gibson