The Summer of His Discontent

 

Summer’s sunrays cleansing away
the last vestiges of winter’s dreary depression.

Summer’s warmth, basking desolation
with encouragement, another season
of renewal and rejuvenation.

Birds sing, nests nestled on shaded boughs
near and far, nature’s lullaby heard in the
ceilings of green.

Then.

Summer’s hope, delicate solice and enjoyable
familial gatherings, broken and withered.

Destroyed by fateful schemes, deliriously contrived
conveniences of nonsense.  Diseased and distressed
ministrations announced by the demons within.

Drink, depression, desperation, denial.  An unwinnable
detestable diet of destruction.  Resulting pattern of a forloin path taken during

the summer of his discontent.

 

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