Stripping Life Of Its Sweetness Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Sunday afternoon, boredom creeping in too soon,
you dreaming about a family reunion while I’m
thinking of a trip doing our own thing - does not
matter which, as long as we have adventures,
getting to meet new friends

I live in fear of the time my boredom threshold
would make it impossible to do my job - every
third week is a new beginning as I have fallen
into depression by then, dreaming of the time
when I’ll be free from these

Chemical-induced moods and feelings that lead
nowhere in the end; except that I keep searching
for deeper meanings instead of believing this is all
life ever holds, I trust that the mind continues after
the body is buried - this

Belief keeps my lips smiling, my mind happy and
my heart rejoicing with every new insight, even if
death were complete after he body is gone I would
not concur simply because the belief is deadening,
stripping life of its sweetness

What advantage is there in believing oneself destined
for nothingness and therefore being incapable of doing
the most basic positive thing - what a way of robbing
oneself of joy and happiness, I believed it when young,
ended up in mental hospital

Today I only believe things that promote my ability to
live in joy and happiness - no longer willing to endure
the depressing pleasure of cynical superiority in
positivist distrust of dreams and humanity…