Defeatist

A year since that fated day.

So What if life has taken a

downhill dive, into abyss

Others are flourishing.

There must be evil within

In huge unpardonable measures

why else would even a breath

be so difficult to take.

Why set aside the turmoil

Why not bare it open?

But many are uncaring and

others stay happy at misery

A life laid to waste, along

with it masses more

Association hence devastation,

An unfortunate derivative.