Converse Satiating
Contrary to literary consensus,
despair speaks clearly.
Anguish does not whine, scream, or whimper.
It speaks dull monotony;
blade barely able to cut butter.
Impossible, in fact, were it not
for the glowing heat buried within;
consuming all available energy,
taking finally the very spark of life;
a measure of human sighs
© Bart Breen 1/28/02 (revised)
The voice of depression is often monotonous. Well said.