Down by the river, the water flows,

A melancholy feeling within me grows.

The gentle current, a soothing sound,

Yet my heart is heavy, weighed down.

The river moves on, never looking back,

Carrying with it memories of things we lack.

The water’s surface, a mirror so true,

Reflecting the pain that we all go through.

The trees stand tall, and leaves rustle,

Their branches reaching out in a loving hustle.

But in my mind, I cannot find peace,

For my sadness will not release.

The riverbank, a place of serenity,

But my heart is filled with a different density.

The water moves, like time so fast,

While my pain lingers, and my heart is cast.

The river carries on, without a care,

As I stand here, lost in despair.

The water’s cool touch, against my skin,

Cannot soothe the melancholy within.

So, I sit here by the river, lost in thought,

With a heavy heart that cannot be fought.

The water flows on, taking with it my pain,

But the melancholy remains, like a permanent stain.