They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so--
Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain
Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain,
Makes the strong secret pangs of pain to cease:

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase
Are fruits of innocence and blessedness;
Thus joy, o'erborne and bound, doth still release
His young limbs from the chains that round him press.
Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

Many reasons there are
  for forgetting
  I can't tell what yours are
  I choose the non-remembering.

For a day
I kept dumb
it brought
the happiest outcome.

Be no more than yourself
         nor less than any other
         in your acceptance
         of this-- you will conquer

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

It's the chase
the irresistible impulse
the irksome wanting
--often undefined and vague-
not despair or angst
more  restlessness and discontent
a strong hint of emotional thirst
and too often in desperation
the blind plunge into some void
alas! the common inheritance
of heart and mind so prevalent
heedless of any dire consequence--

but there's no enlightenment
nor light at the further end
only the mocking sneer of time
and foreboding darkness at the bend.