Dismal Happiness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Never-ending sagas of disconsolate endeavors, pushing
people to sidelines of dismay.
Captured by anondizing lectures of servitude.
Misplaced placations sinking to tops of ocean's depths,
no where to climb or sit aside.
Forever taking steps towards non-existent territories
while sloshing through rain-soaked memories, for an
eternity.
Stationary byways filtering over running images like
water over rocks on it's way down waterfalls.
Likely anticipation prodding people to forefronts of
happiness, one day.