Down with the D word
A dark cloud looms over.
Down in the dumps.
“you belong in a bin”
Your colonized - conscience hums.

Sloth overcomes.

No poignant metaphors
For the ****** dark D word.
It deserves none.

Down in the dumps
A dark cloud comes
One week turns into months
and like in a stenchy trench
dampness overcomes.
Gangrene in your soul.

“At war with yourself?
To what? Get out of bed?”
Society laughs..

It may not be the norm
But God comes in 50mg forms.
One day turns into a month.
And a weak smile breaks out
Your colonized conscience now dumb.
Joy must, joys shall, joy will
Soon overcome.