Chances in life, per say can be at an all time low... <br />The life ebbing onto our feet, fro' riptide's movements against and slow. <br />Haught the naught'd depression'd sweep... <br />Ne'er to be over our heads as a darkend cloud, or in our hearts, as <br />grown deep inside, to reluctantly accept and keep. <br />Mesmerizing trances of translucent pain, gains a toe-hold, to our <br />worn live's, as easily as a clothing blotted as with an unremovable, <br />stubborned stain of pain... <br />Lets wash our dirty laundry and release it's stainly pain, fro' our <br />livid clothing like experiences. <br />No more abstaining, no more remaining stagnated with an undulating sorrow'd ungladdened... <br />Rush to rub out that vile dirtied bundle of mis-shapened id of saddened, unclean. <br />Smile and start a new day being positive and happy... <br />Remove that sorrowed feeling fro' your being. <br />Cheer up and move on in life, You'll be happy, you'll be more the <br />believing... <br />It'll all become real clear as rain, no more sadness and no more pain. <br />This is the whole picture in life that you'll actually be seeing. <br />Unpositively positive for life... <br />Search for and find that very elusive husband or wife. <br />Make life complete, without an unhappied strife. <br /> Amen and God bless my mess.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depressional-sadness-released-by-satin-s-army/
