Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 11
The truth is
That happiness
Is the hardest swallow to pill

I watch the world turn
From inside my warm blankets
A hearty meal inside my belly
Paired with a deep red glass
Of falling to my knees
Desperate, for something more

A pill can solve many things
But it can't solve this loneliness
It can't heal the aches and scars
With a feeling all to fleeting
All to swift

You can't cage happiness
Inside your hands
It'll only peck and stab.
Don't grind it's bones
Into soft white dust
And snort it out the back.

Love the Swallow as it is,
For its fleeting, shining joy.
It'll come back again,
It will come back.
I promise.
Written by
daydreamer
Please log in to view and add comments on poems