The Brain of Shawn

Sometimes, I get depressed — for no good reason at all. Yeah, I could come up with tons of reasons, but really, how lame is that. I think it would be more fun to blame something absurd, like cottage cheese.

Maybe because tomorrow is Monday. Yeah, that’s it. Want some depressed people poetry? Here ya go.

It’s over before the end,
just lingering on like the dim yellow of a failing torch.
The sun will break the dawn,
but it brings only empty beginnings, fruitless starts.

The only longing is for the past,
a fleeting desire, capped in a fetal ball of truth.
Joy has been no stranger,
but time lingers only for a taste.

What of the new day dawning?
Doesn’t the sun warm the cockles of joy once again?
But no, like the teasing gleam of winter brightness,
There is no heat. No passion. Only the biting cold.

It’s already over, and the end isn’t even in sight.
Is that a victory? Is this the retirement of pleasure?
Where do smiles go when they die?
Are they still happy?

…told you it was depressing. And not even good, which makes it more depressing.

[Shawn exits stage left, continuing his teenage girl like angst against the world]

UPDATE: This will make you laugh, thanks for the link Kate Baker.