A shroud of darkness constantly enveloped her
that neither sunshine nor kindness could cure.
Faith and hope had long since evaporated like morning dew,
leaving her with dreamless nights and thoughts indigo blue.
As desperate as she was to shake despair,
nothing could lead her out of there.

What circumstances could cause this?
How can one exist in such a wretched abyss?
The anguish, the pain, the melancholy...insane!
Whose savage sadism was to gain?

The thought that some experience such distress,
reminds me that many deal with hopelessness,
a life replete with constant tests,
and harshness causing massive duress.

I recognize just how lucky I've been--
My own misery comparatively lean.
Would that humanity could find a way
to ingrain compassion indelibly into mankind's array.