Joy wasn't formed - for me.
Happiness wasn't instituted - for me.
Love wasn't composed - for me.
Peace was filed for me only if I promised to face the world in solitude.
So, if I can't have love,
If I can't obtain happiness,
And if joy is not braided into my cranal code,
Then I'll collect peace.
In the form of isolation.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
