A fleeting moment of happiness,
Floating into the dark abyss.
Unable to grasp the last of it,
Praying it will soon return.
This repeating cycle of darkness,
Comes and goes without warning.
Pushing life to its limits,
As we hide behind smiles,
That mean little to the outside world.
A sign were okay in some way,
Hiding the black that hovers in us.
The black that always resides,
Leaving only briefly.
And as happiness surrenders to it,
We become a shell of ourselves,
Hoping we can retain a sense of us,
A sense of what it is to be happy.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
A fleeting moment of happiness,
Floating into the dark abyss.
Unable to grasp the last of it,
Praying it will soon return.
This repeating cycle of darkness,
Comes and goes without warning.
Pushing life to its limits,
As we hide behind smiles,
That mean little to the outside world.
A sign were okay in some way,
Hiding the black that hovers in us.
The black that always resides,
Leaving only briefly.
And as happiness surrenders to it,
We become a shell of ourselves,
Hoping we can retain a sense of us,
A sense of what it is to be happy.
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