The ways of love are tricky to ascertain
and I’ve wasted too many years trying to wrap my head around things I can never understand.
I keep chasing happiness but find myself stumbling,
hanging over the edge, trying to cling to those fleeting moments that bubble up as laughter,
ascend and float away.
My new found hope melts as cotton candy on tongue
and once again death is so close I can feel it’s breath on the back of my neck.
Words have a way of burrowing under my skin and I descend again into despair
as I am reminded of all that I am not…
all that I should have been.
The pain is to just too real to pack away with past grievances.
Too real to disregard.
I’m a loser,
but not in the way that you think.
I’m a loser insomuch as I cannot win.
5 responses to “Chasing Happiness”
Nicely written. Thanks for joining in the Saturday Mix 😊
If you cannot win, do you keep playing? Why would you keep playing? Is winning getting what you want, or finding out what you don’t want? Wow! I could go on and on, because this poem opens so many doors and asks so many questions. Excellent and nice to SEE you again. ❤
Sooo many questions, indeed! Thank you and it’s feels good to have written something!
I believe you have won by expressing yourself.
We always tend to judge ourselves too harshly.
Stay safe and sane 🙂