Everyday it's eating away slowly at society's being, bubbling forth effervescently with stench of stale fortune and dying wealth.
Consuming mankind in an enveloping fog of dire straits hardened with strife infested existence.
Overwhelmingly allowing poverty and hardship to become to general norm in society today.
Never seeming to get any better as time rolls on, people losing jobs, along with homes and sanity combined, leaving many an empty husky devoid of hope for anything better to come.
Ominous in presence and deathly silent by action, as it sweeps over the nation, city by city and block by block until the whole nation feels the cold stinging wrath of desperation and lost hope.
Many have given up and even more have abandoned all reason for living, losing the ongoing battle for the will to live.
Instinctively we plod on, pushing forever towards that one small glimmer of hope that someday soon it will all go away, like trudging through a dark forest then finally seeing a glimpse of a clearing out in the distance, a sign of deliverance from the dark unforgiving surroundings.
Coveting that for which we love dear and our material possessions, a symbol of our worth are in this world, holding on to what little we have left as times become harder and harder, forcing us to choose between another day of leisure or another day of survival. Supposedly, things are getting better, times are getting brighter but tell that to the hungry child and starving mother on the street, with the yearning eyes I just passed by.