Dejection Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB

I am nowhere near Naples like John Donne
But yes I go, like him, through dejection.f
During dull days,
Each moment pays
Heavy price
More than twice.
The days, which earlier are short
Trundle; And each moment is difficult to abort.
Then, slowly, the dejection takes over
Body, mind and soul get shower
Of gloomy drizzle from nowhere.
The dejection______
It isn't material but it is true
It does badly pursue
For deep, deep and eternal solace
And at any cost to find its trace.
Now-
Dejection and death are sometimes
Synonymous; bells of both give chimes,
Yet, dejection is a black-hole;
Dark, gloomy and hollow
Inside it pulls our soul
And pensively does swallow
Peace of mind and serenity
Which results in drawing public pity.