I wish I had written more Happy Poems before, now
I’m begging myself to remember what happiness feels, like
A sentiment outside of this hollow ground
The decisions to surrender are some inevitable, causes
The pensive decompression in my chair to, happen
To be one of the many moments my eyes open
That’s when I regret a family that was never mine but always, false
Beliefs that brought me a happiness outside of, reality
Stepped in to reproach US: this normal is delusional
Whenever I wake up sad, I wish I could flip back through the, pages
Filled with poems archiving all my moments of, happiness
Is something I was too distracted to write about
Sircharlesthepoet 
Leave a Reply