UNHAPPINESS
Unhappiness regripped the universe,
which recently had seemed about to shout
in favor of exhibiting no pout
that likely wouldn't fail to kill each curse.
Each miserable aspect looked far worse
than any precedent whose central doubt
had offered up the semblance of a lout
prepared to dwell inside some putrid hearse.
The lusciousness of heaven and of earth
apparently prefigured certain bliss,
but nothing could be tilted toward real mirth.
Persistence held an endless kind of hiss
that indicated something like a dearth
perhaps much deeper than some vast abyss.

That was a good sonnet Bruce! ~Scott

Dear **Scott**: As Big Drama in verse
that sonnet might seem nearly terse.
It largely was posing
some way of quite closing
a door called "True badness made worse."