Contentious Contempt
I'm sitting
I'm thinking
trying hard to be positive.
I cant write about good things
they don't move me
no emotion in positivity
must be depressed to speak
and that speaks volumes for me
So I'm happy, no words flow.
So must I sink below
to get a grip on emotions?
No motion
in happiness
no lessons to be learned,
I think I have learned one today
happiness breeds contempt!
I would rather live with contented contempt.
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2006
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