Melancholy

Melancholy enveloped the evening

Took a paper and pen

To give birth to a poem –

Emotions wound its way

To words that fell

Robbing the virginity of the paper

Thoughts ran beserk

Feelings appeared dishevelled

This state continued

And I am left with what you are reading now

Can you call this minute old a poem?

If you can, then you are as preposterous as me!