The cycle

I’m sad.

I read the news, get sadder.

Go to the bathroom, look at the old fart in the mirror, feel much sadder,

Read vile comments, trollverse is so big,

feel even sadder, and now also angry.

Talk to people online, how far they are, feel sadder still.

But,

Then I read a funny poem,

Then I see a stupid meme,

Then you poke fun at how absurd it all is,

Then I get some music,

Then I get a friendly moment,

And it’s not so bad anymore.

You see, depression comes in daily cycles,

But joy is a different shape,

A whole..