Feeding on itself, Despair-The New Low
by Steve Thompson
I know that value for the past,
Makes one's depression want to last,
For in the review of the great behind,
We tend to repeat what we should not find.
Dwelling on the misery in our head,
Bleakly ever focused on pain - instead.
Anger, Hate and Fear have fun,
While instead of facing life, we run.
Growing, inside is a self hate,
In valuing our self we tend to berate,
Giving others achievements a higher score,
While our blessings we dismiss or ignore.
Depression grows, while we feed it so,
Feeding on itself, Despair-the new low.