Poetry Visualized - Unappreciated Garbage

Unappreciated Garbage

Unappreciated Garbage

The eyes of depression track the cracks
in the sidewalk and the curve of the curb.
They miss the beauty of joy on the horizon and
the flit of the bluebird and the red cardinal.

Happiness is blind to the appeal of bubble gum
stained concrete cracked by the shade tree roots of time.
Delighted in the clouds billow it stumbles upon pain and
falls discomfited, scraping raspberry the spirit.

Misery is a gloomy language, downcast in anguish
a tongue tripping melancholy of woe. Looking up
is often the only direction left. Lift spirit fly,
look unto the sky, you don’t want to die, stop asking why!

Happiness is the trash of depression a discarded treasure,
homeless and disheveled. Kicked to the curb pleading its
case of joy. Collected by rolling shopping carts and spent
frivolously on spirits and artificial dreams. Wasted want.

Trash or treasure in the gutter or in the sky, filling the spirit
and falling out of a hole in the soul. Littering the planet,
recycled and abused over and over…. Laughing and
crying, living and dying. Cast off and found wanting.

Is it nothing more than unappreciated garbage?