A night of disappointments.
Exasperations and constant
reminders of what could have been.

Why can't Happiness embrace me
for a single moment
without Regret
seeping in
from the sides?
His cold and spindly fingers
eventually seize me;
and I am unmoved
by the sweet sounds and encounters
of Joy;
He tries so hard to move me,
yet, to no avail.
The warm and comfort of
his presence goes unnoticed,
for Sadness enters
after I have been
raptured by Regret.  

As I sit,
crying
Sadness softly sits
besides me;
he whispers,
"just let go; nothing will be resolved,
just let go."
I listen, his beckoning words,
the moroseness, in
his voice
is convincing and enticing.
Happiness, and Joy
are no match for his song.
This ballad of sorrowful peace;
stories with no
happiness
ever
after.