A careless word, a suspected slight, pointed sarcasm
Or just nothing,
Anything can cause the rapid descent.
It is the turn around from melancholy to mirth which is not easy
Standing at the edge of abyss
Engulfed by waves of desolation
Trying to find a way out of the miasmic tenebrosity
That shatters the shroud of despair
And marks the return from the brink of oblivion
Is a Herculean effort.