Melancholy

Oh, day, oh, day,

Why lead me astray?

You’ve addled me too much;

Now my labor has been delayed.

Oh, week, oh, week,

How come I am so weak?

Have I been erroneous?

Or have I lost the requisite technique?

Oh, month, oh, month,

You’ve made me too wroth.

Now I will rebel;

What I will do now is just pure sloth.

Oh, year, oh, year,

Why are you so cruel to me?

I have reaped the consequences.

For my wrongdoings, I am terribly sorry.

Oh, life, oh, life,

Need you so much strife?

I am utterly agonised.

To my heart, ‘tis like a knife.

Oh, God, oh, God,

My mind has been tortured.

All I’ve had these days were horror,

And crumbling is the path I trod.

Now…

what will become of my future?