As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy.
I saw deep sadness,
The quality
That so tormented my heroes,
Such as Arthur Rimbaud,
And Montgomery Clift,
As glamorous and romantic,
But it’s not…
It’s not remotely romantic,
When you yourself are adrift,
And weighed down,
By a multitude of woes.
A Multitude of Woes
Published inSorrow
the title drew me in…a concise bit of truth
I’m pleased it did, Gregory, and thank you. Carl.
Indeed, it is not remotely that way.
Very true, Eli, and thank you. Carl.
Damn, I might still be obsessed by it..
I enjoyed this. Very relatable.
Hi Rome, and thank you very much, it can be seductive for sure, it certainly once had me so seduced, but not quite so much today. Carl.