The Untimely Death Of Happiness Poem by precia liz

Summer brings me hue and odor without fail
Not the happiness imbued with purpose
But the mild unknowable gaiety,
In the thin air that never stays
Never have I ever felt it long,
Though summer lasts more than my felicity.

It gorges me with the air I suck in,
Leaving no room for my eloquent thoughts,
Which are desperate about my impetus,
I would rather die in the hands of glee now,
Than being stabbed by woe very late.

I have always loathed happiness,
About the way it disappears and then die,
Maybe this is why all the good things are ephemeral,
Just as if you cast the oblivious charm on me,
I wonder the way I desire death and bliss at once.

Will I ever solve the riddle?
Maybe never will I find the way out,
I might end trying to despise the other,
But in the end one will seize me for sure,
Or would I have been the perpetual piece of flesh.


The hush I have heard throughout,
Pulls me back all the time,
From the rummage I always wanted,
And it stopped me when I set out the journey,
But let death embrace me in grace.