A Rose Colored Pit of Despair

So, it all started with a phase of depression.
A string of days that turned into weeks.
Why?
I wish I knew.
People often ask, "Why are you depressed?"
to which I reply, "Why aren't you depressed?"

I jest.
I don't have an answer.
Am I focusing too much on the negative?
There's plenty of negative to go around.
How do I stop focusing on it when it's consistently slapping me in the face like angry pellets of cold, hard rain?

I tried to find my rose colored glasses but I think they fell into my pit of despair the other day.

Anyhoo....

I was losing playing some Steem Monsters Battles earlier and a few words popped into my head, and I was like, "Hey, maybe I'll write some poetry"........

Lost
Directionless
Floating in the wind
More like a hurricane

Used
Dried up
Nothing to give
It's ok cuz I'm so tired anyway

As I was writing this, Jeffy the cat came over and was like "Damn Ma, that's some straight up depressing sheeet there."

He then insisted that I dictate one of his poetic masterpieces to give me an idea of what real poetry should sound like:

I am just a tiny kitty
I have stinky feet
Why are you not paying attention to me?
Food

I like to lay upon the laptop
It's warm and toasty on me bum
I do not care that I just deleted your Steemit post
Feed me

I wake you up all throughout the night
I step on your chest with my pointy toes
You will give me your hand so I can rub me chin on it
I will give you my purrs and me tiny wet nose

That's some seriously amazing poetry right there folks.

As I was typing that for Sir Jeffy, Snibby the cat got jealous and now they are both on my lap.
It's quite difficult to type at this point.

Life is hard.

Snibby just informed me that if anyone actually takes to the time to read this post and wants to share some silly poetry in the comments, then he will offer 5 Steem to his favorite.
If there happens to be more than one winner they shall split the 5 Steem.