My addition always
in reduction seems to end.
Negative joined with its like
can yield naught but subtraction.
Likewise, I become less when
gloom adjoins my thoughts.
From cation to anion, mood
shifts with life’s ebb and flow:
Take flight on positivity’s plumes
and fall to negativity’s snares.
Charged with energy, just to be drained;
despair, the anguished succubus within.
Vibrance turned grey as ash,
evidence of greatest deduction.