Poem – Dejected

Lightbulbs light
In my head, excited
By sharing prospect.
Sharing is life,
Is care, is learning.
When you share, less
depressed you become.

Mouth open, words out,
Spoken and written.
Responses received.
Returned words turned
knives, They stab,
they slash, slip on
Blood everywhere.

Dejected. Once.

More output, more content
To share. So many more
to come, excited by
prospect. Then a quick view
Of graphs, charts, tables.

I see the numbers,
They don’t enter puberty.
Changes nobody sees because
Nobody clicks, nobody reads.
What have I done wrong?
Thoughts run wild,
Became knives.

They stab, they slash,
It all hurts. They say
sharing is life, is care,
is learning. Yet exsanguinated
Is all I am.

Dejected. Twice.

Knows self, knows direction,
Wants change. Told others,
People on the throne,
Of change desired. Quick
AcKnowledgement, life goes
On. Time flies with no
recall. No change, things
stayed the same.

Why? Ask self. Did I
Do wrong again? They say
Speaking up is good for
Quality of life. Yet
What’s this? Ignored. No

Dejected. Thrice.

Conclusion simple,
Life is dejection
And about rejection.
Deject life.