There is nothing else for me
All others drained from my face
Except happiness
Never has it left me
And never will I let it
If not happy, I am numb
If not happy, I am nothing
I am happy
Happiness is what I've clung to
In wars between love and fear
Happiness has been strangled by my pleadig hands
Captured happiness
There is nothing left over
War is cruel
All else taken and drained
Exhausted are the containers that once held more
They've uslessly raved amongst the gore
But here I am
Curled over my little prisoner
It shines past my body and into my face.
I am happy
That is all that is left of me
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Forget-Me-Not
PoetrySoft grass asks me the question Forget me not? Feedback is greatly appreciated along with any time spent reading anything of mine. Great kindness is felt for anyone who gives me such a beautiful purpose as to relate to other people with my writing a...
