where art thou happiness?
do.
do.
do.
do.
funny word, but it’s all i ever do because i have to.
there’s no will
no inspirational thrill
a blank paper
and an untouched quill
what for?
what for?
i don’t know.
“we want more
we want more”
hopefully i’ll explode.
chewing the fat
but only for a split second
back on the forever-moving clock
where’s my pillow and my blanket?
o! the stress that no one seems to see
o! the anxiety that’s always with me
o! the weight upon my heart
o! the middle of everything—never the start
o! can’t i complain this one time?
the only poetry these people seem to read
is one that only rhymes
“the sea wants to take me
the knife wants to slit me
do you think you can help me?”
please, bliss, stop hiding behind me!
confront me!
what is the reason for this mischief?
please, at least lend me your handkerchief.
where art thou, happiness?
(2014)
