I’m looking for a magic button,
One that makes everything alright,
I think it might be south of Sutton,
Though I cannot find the light.
***
The button now it must be found,
Unlike Staples says it isn’t easy,
Twisting and turning and looking around,
Down aisles and aisles that make me feel quite queasy.
***
The sickness there is in my head,
Like a demonic smiling clown,
It’s only desire to see me dead,
To turn my lips in a perpetual frown.
***
The darkness desires to find a gun,
I only want to see the sun.

So, I’m really considering challenging myself to writing a poem a day for a month straight. Maybe at some point they won’t all be depressing XD