Flat (Part II)

Flat as the tire
vandalized down,
as the once gelled hair
after a night on the town.
Flat as the soda
left out on the counter
for a long, useless night
that surely didn't matter.
Flat as the footed
full of inactivity,
full of inaction,
full of passivity.
Flat as the air
in the depressed's room
filled with the inevitability
that brings a full gloom
and a flattened soul
crushed by a flattening being
leaving a flattened hope
void of all meaning.