Melancholy

I felt my heart closing in,
a caged bird content with confinement,
numb to the wonders of joy,
yet sensitive to the pains of sorrow.

My smile was empty,
and my eyes were bleak.
When hope beckoned,
I found myself weak.

Anxiety was an ally,
and guilt a frequent guest.
The peace of silence,
only brought sirens.

I looked through tears,
felt no flutter.
I thought my skies grey,
though they were hidden in color.