I read a 700 page historical novel called The Iron Pillar about the life of the ancient Roman philosopher, Cicero. He was a melancholy man, indeed! It stirred my thinking and I wrote the following poem. Hope you enjoy it.
The tortured mind, the furrowed brow,
From time immemorial testify:
‘Twas likely something said,
Or as likely just implied,
Perhaps altogether avoided,
And yet, impressions lie.
A labyrinthine mind
Wanders never aimlessly,
Knows no relief from cogitation,
Engages in constant, thoughtful,
Insightful ideas, interpretations,
And oft deliberate contemplations.
Perspective being one’s world,
Perceptions everything tinge.
As knowledge brings power and pain,
Melancholies think again.
Cherel S. Justice