DESPONDENCY

I sit on bed, my hair ruffled and undone , eyes blurry from lack of sleep , while I wonder what to say.
Searching the farthest depths of my mind for as far as I can..... for as long as I can. In search within for what to say to move you , to laughter or to tears , serenity or despair , hope or a sense of loss , deep within pit of your stomachs , that moves you to tears , some shed some not, while you stare at my last and final lines and touch with your index finger, shaking or clicking with your pad or mouse, a small icon, down at the bottom of your screen, the bottom of the poem , that indicates so much, that brings so much joy, at so very little effort on your part, all you who have glanced at my poetry and, deeming it mediocre have moved on, even as the lines and syllables of my heart and lessened soul fall from your intentions and fade from your hearts....