Paradoxically, I can post this particular poem because I'm feeling considerably more chipper than I have been for the past several months.
Fire And Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.