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Dan Harkless
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Cursèd happiness
Inwards cascading
Good humor – violent waves
Thickly choking air
Like blows – coming
Making mental flesh raw.
Babble
Cacophony
Oppressive – neverending
Vision lowered
Demeanor scribbled
Form a bubble
Always burst.
Briefly, conversation
Shallow, insincere
Small distraction – back to sorrow
Sinking ever lower
Outside a grinning cavern
Eating never me
Shove the sadness into pockets
Dying even now.
Obviously this poem is about how being around people who are being happy and having fun when you're feeling depressed and alone is likely to make you feel even worse, rather than cheering you up.
Yeah, it's somewhat ponderous. The original version had only the first verse — perhaps I should have left it at that. I do like the "Demeanor scribbled" and "Shove the sadness into pockets" images from the later verses, though.
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