Trampled On Poem by Robert Melliard

Trampled On



Most suicides occur here in the West,
where technology and commerce reign supreme.

Depression, like cancer, is a modern growth:
always there, but never quite like now,
when basic needs are covered, more or less,
and life's a quest for extras.

Television shows us health and wealth;
perfect bodies; gorgeous homes; fast cars -
unattainable for most, but longed-for.

So we scuttle through brief lives
and fret to grab our morsels of such dreams.

We, re ants, society's an elephant -
we're trampled on.

Sunday, June 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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