Melancholy

Breathing into an empty cocoon
So tight and vacuous
Tiny holes release the air
No metamorphosis occurs

No changes

I see the possibilities
They do not see me
Everything is cold
A space heater can only help so much

No changes

I dream an empty dream
Cup the water in my hands
Watch it drool into the river
Wash away the pain, if I can

But no changes happen
At all