The "Bling" of Agony

Hello my dear friends!  I recently had the opportunity to just sit down and write, probably for an hour or more.  I was bored and had forgotten my phone, so I thought why not just write?  I wrote a series of short maunders that I am quite proud of and wanted to share with you. I will post them each in a separate blog post because I don't want one super long one.

The "Bling" of Agony

Smoke filled skies send up cries of pain
As everyone gathers to mourn in vain.
Some people weep, others just sit in silence.
What charade is this that causes us to miss
All the importance in this peculiar life?
We drown ourselves with self-pitying thoughts
When really deep inside our grief is not wrought.
On the surface it will lie and stay
Like a mask to cover the insecurity of the day.
Some call it depression, or a hole.
I call it a soul
Which is writhing in grief over the little things.
Do you not see these fake gestures which everyone brings
To a table already filled with cards?
As for those who know of what I speak,
Congratulations! you have a head start to fix that of which you wreak.
For those who sit bewildered at my speech,
Here is a broader picture, which hopefully your mind can reach:
Many youngsters of society seem to think
That their minds do not tick the tink of security.
So, throwing themselves down into mood swings
They simply call it depression as a bling to catch your eye.
Why do they lie like this?
We do not know, but hope you'll think of this
In the future before you show depression as a cover for self-pity.
-The End-

~Embracing my Imagination One Word at a Time~
TheNerdInGlasses