I nice poem I wrote

I've been away for a while.
But not by my own doing.
Away to a bucolic reserve,
to lie in solitude.

The vast emptiness of this
Vigilantic cavern slowly
eats away at my sanity.

Melancholy. A word I never
really knew the meaning of,
Understood, until now.

And then I see it,
the aureoled words
I had been praying for,
shining like the sun
through the trees. And it was
then that I realised.
I have to stop.