RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Creating Depression - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Color-coordinated, trials and joys of life are trivialized
Being pried open, burly statements throw themselves about,
smashing and trashing lifetimes of those who cannot fight
Lack of strength and resourcefulness causes reluctance of
living life to any extent, let alone it's fulfillment.
Screeching to a halt at every crossroad, saving no one from
dire consequences of destruction.
Daily attempting some small little idea or reason, finding
that all is stomped out of existence by another's negative
Linking past failures to future thoughts or ideas, dooms
them from the beginning, creating depressions of never-ending
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