Hunt down hospices of unhappiness
Regardless of circumstances
That rain sorrow and sadness
In your heart in near and far distances from acquaintances.
Hunt down negative thoughts
That assail veils of your mind
Despite reaping unfairly a river of noughts
That without due diligence drive you blind.
Hunt down thoughts of depression
Imagined or felt
As you allow the suppression
Of positivity and agility by dint of persistence both melt.
Hunt down thoughts of revenge
Against real or fake foes
Whom you feel challenge
Your struggles and battles against wicked woes.
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