Disrupted Diary

This daily damage

dampens my dance,

darkens my dawn,

and deafens my dreams.

Damn this drowning world

that dares to destroy

my determination as

I divide my doubt.

Dream, they said,

don't develop distrust

or disappointment and

if you do then

discover discipline.

I demand a deeper

depth in this

district of death

that depresses dozens

in seconds.

Do you understand

your disrespect

as you dissolve 

another domestically

damaged death sentence?

Decline your head

you diseased decoraction,

drop down and

understand our defecit,

it's not a debate.

Dedicate decisively

to decrease your defiance,

and deliberately 

demonstrate a delicate 

hand to those denied

and depressed,

before they depart

without delay by

your

destructive design.