It's fruitless in this bleakness to seek zest <br />Or cheerfulness to brighten up your gloom: <br />For what bird here will ever build its nest? <br />What fragrant rose in here will ever bloom? <br />In here where scum keeps generating scum, <br />Where life has lost its rainbow-coloured ray, <br />What vitalizing hope will ever come? <br />What sweet romantic dream will ever stay? <br />In here, in this disheartening malaise, <br />Where shallow fraud assumes the garb of wit <br />And foxiness pursues you with its gaze, <br />What can you do save in dull sorrow sit? <br />So leave behind this sty replete with crooks <br />And seek the sublime blissfulness of books. <br />_____________________ <br />Written 08 September 1999 <br />Copyright © Saleh Badrah<br /><br />Saleh Badrah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleakness/
