A/N: This is a poem I wrote when I got extremely depressed. It doesn’t rhyme—SCREW YOU RHYMING BASTARDS!! Heh, just kidding. But I still envy you :

You start to think,

‘The sun has got to eventually rise,

The phoenix has gotta rise from the ashes,

The stock market has to go up SOMEday…’

But what happens

When you’ve got only that glimmer of hope left to follow over the dark hills, alone, alone,

And you trudge over dark hill after dark hill, following your guiding light of hope,

You climb the tallest, darkest mountain and you find

That your sparkle of hope, your glimmer of light

Has vanished into the dark and gone out

Or maybe was never there…

What happens next

When you’re standing alone in the dark?