It's constant,
the broken lights
lost in the darkness of the weary night
Tiresome days
and Restless nights
Seem to last longer than the happiness that is claimed to be infinite.

Sadness is forever,
when happiness has left it leaves a hollow hole
Before happiness enters,
there is a hollow hole
During happiness the hole is only patched a single stitch
Still gaping and burning and aching and paining
And trying to complete the stitch work just seems
un-achievable
unrealistic
unattainable

impossible. unreachable.
and i have rested my needle and thread
I'll just watch it grow bigger instead.