Plunged in Despair

 Plunged in Despair














I sit on my bed,

And look out the window,

At the evening sky painted with hues of crimson,

And the red sun slowly going below the horizon.

The little sparrows fill the air with their sweet chirping,

And the trees outside, gently sway as a cool breeze blows.

A small smile forms on my face,

As I think about how there was a time,

When these little things were all I needed to be happy.

Now my life’s filled with extreme highs and lows,

Like I’m on an eternal roller coaster ride,

I’m too euphoric when I’m at the top,

And too depressed when I’m at the bottom,

I hardly ever feel normal.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s any point in living,

When there isn’t an iota of joy in my life.

The sun has now disappeared below the horizon,

Taking away all the light from my already gloomy life.

Will my life forever be shrouded in darkness,

Is there any ray of hope for me in this cruel world?

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