Sullen Heartstring Poem by Andy Greenwald

Slipping through a trudging life,
Falling into the gyre of depression.
But see the laughing people,
They that dwell up in the steeple,
To live or die is now my only strife,
With dischorded thoughts of my heart's repression.

Whole but through my angst of dying,
See a world of mellow fervor.
But hear the happy people,
They that dwell up in the steeple,
Mocking me to bitter writhing,
Dulling my overwrought endeavor.

Trying to prove myself of some value,
Telling myself I am indeed something.
But listen to the happy people,
They that ignored me in the steeple,
Reminding me I am worth nothing but rue,
Just a blank, left with a sullen heartstring.