Unchallenged Melancholy

Even before I have known

I have craved for things forlorn

I wonder how I want

Things that I have never even known

Such as the warm whisper of love

Or a touch of stranger’s hand

Or the earthy caress of sand

Or nights without fear or glib abode

Or to know my mother’s favourite band

And maybe among other things

A smile that I long forebode

I wonder how I seek pleasures

Even in tiniest creases and cracks

I push hard to go beyond measures

And find solace even in dingy shacks

Because I know that even in the light of day

There will never be enough warmth

Not in the shadows under the sun

Or the congruent man’s wisdom

But maybe in the hatred of isolation

Or the stab of a knife

I might find what I seek

Only to other’s dismay