I am melancholy today

Is it the rain making me feel a certain way?

Or is it an accumulation of events

Of which I have had no chance to vent

All the pent up aggression

All the resentment

My spirit spent and longing to transcend this

Yet there is no escaping it

Is and always will be

The darkest part of me

I loath and relish

Yet I need it to replenish

The grey clouds have come to engulf me

Yet I do not fight

I just let it be