What Are You Happiness? Poem by Napa Napa

Happiness is like a dying breath.

A faded dream that haunts the broken souls.

Sand slipping through my grasp.

How can one find something so pure?

Something unknown but yet just as fragile.

Even a harsh whisper makes it hide under misery's Sun.

Is happiness a State of mind or a gift?

Where are you?

What scares you?

Why do you always linger in everyone's mind?

Does happiness chooses its victims,

Like death reaps souls.

Or does it blankets us with safety?

Like a mother blankets her child.

Maybe we will never know.

Why Happiness is so easily washed away,

But one will hope for you,

And will torture themselves day by day.