LOL

Flooding, Rushing

Gushing

Negativity hushing

Goodness, pure; thick, running amock in my head

Laughter spills over

Sadness; dead

A mock of a problem

A poke of the bear,

Smiles and jokes accrue in the air,

The issue isn't hard, or do we just not care

Lauhter and humor; God's clever creation

Comes fretful anxiety's awaited dissipation

And arrival of Bliss, through chuckle's indication

Dopamine flows in the channels of the brain

As we smile of the things from which frowns came

Bad is now good

Depression forges amelioration

We now laugh aloud at the jokes realization.

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
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