MALENCHOHOLIC

It’s been quite a while
Since I last saw him smile
He’s been standing in the corner
Like an infinite mourner

He gives birth to new tears
And keeps sheltering fears
He guards all his sorrows
He joy never borrows

But we must all understand
That his one small demand
Is that he gets to mourn
All that dies that is born

For he lives in his sadness
That some would call madness
To some he’s symbolic
But to me he’s just a malenchoholic