A lighted cigarette,
A pain unquenched,
A life lost
In just a second.
Dreams missed,
Shattered destinies,
A year so mean
And full of venom
Donor of torment.
The future can not smile,
It can only destroy
Minds and false hopes
Thrown into the snake pit …
Mad World 
sad but true: a lot of people just don’t care. the poet is depressed at the time of composing?
Yes.. Depressed is the right word…
Discouragement is the devil.
Indeed it is..