Dreadful Road To Happiness - Poem by Alejandro Munoz
Where am I going, how long is this going to last?
Am I destined to live this dreadful life?
I search and search but I come up empty.
The seas are empty, nothing more for me to grab on to.
Why must I feel alone, lost, scared.
Why should I have to suffer; no one else does.
I’m left holding on to nothing.
Just barely I’m holding on to that ledge.
Just barely am I able to keep my head above the surface.
But still, it gets harder to breathe, and every day I burst out into tears,
and I fall, deep into the bowels of my own beast.
And I lie there – empty, alone, abandoned,
hoping that someday, someone arrives with opened hands,
and saves me.
I’m not happy here. People expect me to be happy.
But they don’t know.
They don’t know, that with every word they speak about happiness,
I cry inside and I withdraw into myself.
This mask is the reason I’m still…sane.
I’ve concealed myself for as long as I’ve been able to think about life.
It isn’t pretty. How can it be.
There’s no future to grow on.
No substance to mold my goals out of.
So I ask again,
Where am I going, how long will it last?
Till I can finally feel completely…serene.
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