Her nickname is Melan,
she is of sly, slithering species
tantalizing in her distinct bouquet
mesmerizing in her discrete array
of victims of her choosing
dripping bliss as she`s oozing
her prisoners of despair
suffer anguish in her care.
Hallowed in her divine
prowess she will define
the true painful meaning
finds her prey ever demeaning
suffering the wrought of her ability
winning casualties of her torment
sinking teeth of Ms. Melan C. Holy
whilst innocent souls lament.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/04/05 All Rights Reserved
Too often the powers of depression or long dreaded visits of melancholy can bring a person down. Not everyone has to be diagnosed with clinical, situational or other forms of depression to relate to these feelings of despair and I thought this poem describes the tormenting visits of this Melan C Holy baby.
Originally submitted at Stigmahurtseveryone
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
I think so many suffer and don’t realise. Thank you for sharing a little bit of you xx
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Thanks, Justine. This was not particularly me but with our long winters, there are many who suffer and of course, I hear this at my work.
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Yes I can imagine for me double edged sword, stuck in over Winter, almost hybernating, wanting to get out in Spring and seeing all the active people and yearning to be them, but still I do love Spring time….my fav time of year x
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Springtime to June, then end of August to November are all lovely and amazing months where nature is colourful, smells amazing and the temperature is comfortable.
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Exactly in fact all seasons are great visually I find spring time emotionally better and physically x
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The cold winter is just difficult for the achy body.
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Yes x
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