What is happiness?
And why can’t I have it?
Everyone always talks about it,
Like a new sneaker just released
“Limited in stock”
But I’m always out of luck.
Stuck in line.
Getting closer and closer
to this sweet happiness
Only to be pushed 10 steps back
Emotions being toyed with
Like puppets on strings
Pushed and pulled with no control
Stuck waiting
“Step off the line”
They say
An easy choice
Give up on happiness
Why should I?
Why is happiness limited?
Everyone deserves a slice of it
To taste it
To savor it
Happiness
Given samples of it
But it never lasts
People longing for it
Like water in a dessert
Addicted to it
Every vein craving
the needle
Containing happiness
People dying
Society burning
Over this one thing
Happiness
Will it last forever?
Or is it just temporary?
Wanting to feel it’s golden touch
I’m still waiting in line.
For Happiness is worth waiting for
No matter how long
It entrances me
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Author:
Tee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2023 10:02
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this because I am struggling to find my own happiness. Sometimes I wonder if I will.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I found happiness by making one less thing more hurt less each day. After peeling back so much pain and allowing the sadness flow out, happiness started shining through.
There are many forms of happiness. Some are small slice of the larger pie. The greatest of all is love, You may find a degree of happiness in your studies or your writing. Maybe among friends. Eventually, love will come to you. And when it does all things will seem better. Keep on writing. - Phil A.
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