Melancholy

There was a man, more like a spirit land.

On earth, he couldn't stay.

Graceful dives, tragic rush-calls: Oh his laugh is strange.

Dreams enter when a love is born, when a stare is gone.

Just saw enough to make a name "Gen" out of his laugh. It's unexpressed too.

The water has no memory. Betray your thoughts gen.

Spectral praise is in the view, where emerald eyes can see through.

But Gen, i know you're a fool too because a garden wall can spark in disguise (Memories).

I never knew when he left Gen, a god would ease the pain.

It's lonely in the night, a love he couldn't take.

A love filled with melancholic memories:

Of faces gone by,

Of missed trains and flights,

Of songs not sung,

Of loves not loved.

Let me think of you Gen,

of emotions and sea secrets,

of love and the battle we have won together,

of spring blessings and places beyond the mist where things construe.

The painting of love was you.

Hold a candle for me and sing about love, about what we had and what was true.

For what i know about love is all that I've seen in you.

But i am tired, Gen.

I still need the promise of heaven to love you in this hellfire.

The echoes in my head choired.

My heart got shattered, and life conspired.

All the dreams i desired, became lost ashes in space.

So now i'll seek a great, only someone you'd admire.

Gen, i am sorry, i got to seek a great. Give thanks to the blessings, to your soul,

Because Gen,

i feel too brave to wait here forever..

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The dialogue in this poem delivers a metaphorical representation and connection between the writer and what he believes to be a real character in the real world he's facing, presented as Gen. Gen is a metaphor that describes a smile, "portrayed as a character", that is created by the imagination of the writer. In fact, this portrayal is only a representation of what he lost in his real life: his relationship.

To simplify, the writer tries to share the message of someone who had a deep conversation with himself, reflecting on what he have lost in his life and how it affected him, and he found out that his "smile" would resemble beautifully with the loss he had to deal with.

Finally, the writer refers to himself as the “great” whom he had to seek after enduring the loss, pain, and sorrow he felt during this journey because he knows for a fact that the only way to escape this unbearable pain is to get back to the inner-self, which again he called the “great”, as mentioned in the poem.