May Wallows in Gloom
May does not know happiness at all.
I leave her sitting there, clueless, angry and small.
I help others up and it makes me happy when I am down, I say.
She scoffs at this stupidity and tells me to get out, go away.
I am depressed, and I want to die she yells, her voice a boom.
I leave her wallowing in her self-imposed cloud of ugly gray gloom.
She is determined to not help anyone, including herself, I think.
If I could force her to do good, it might change her aura to pink.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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