A poem.

This is not necessarily a reflection of my current mood.

Circle of Gloom:

Every day it seems like you are in a holding pattern of gloom

Circling around looking for a happy place to land.

The constant cycle of sadness spins on with no end in sight

The runway lights are off giving no help in the search for comfort.

So, on you go, around and around and around...

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