In Pursuit of Happy
They say that happiness is the key,
to the best things out of all that we see.
They are in constant pursuit,
of the mystery that keeps them smiling,
forgetting any bad they go through everyday.
They keep on searching,
running after anything promising a great journey,
through life as they try to forget all the dreary,
situations that befall on them constantly.
They seek to put out the fire burning,
deep inside their minds disturbing,
their peace and goals they strain achieving.
They seek the alcohol,
drinking it all down just to quench the thirst in their souls,
their beliefs of being happy lying at the bottom of a bottle.
The only cure they have prescribed in their thoughts,
taking the pain away block after block,
taking it apart till its no more.
Feelings of joy taking over all they do is smile, '
feelings of sorrow disappearing from deep inside,
they can feel it taking over,
eyes full of blood none left in their brains,
thoughts all gone they can only try to train,
their hands to hold firm the drink they placed their faith,
in order not to miscalculate their movement when dancing,
and end up spilling it on anybody passing.
Their feet staggering,
getting tired of lifting,
the body by every passing minute.
Alcohol meets blood now their minds are working,
yapping all that comes to their tongues no stopping,
no thinking just talking,
its exciting....
till the morning,
something is wrong his body dictating,
nothing feels right he keep on guessing,
looking around disturbed,
trying to keep his eyes from focusing,
on the light in the room curtains closed he is stressing.
His head throbbing,
too painful a feeling that thinking keeps him hurting.
Stomach running and that's what his feet are doing,
running to the bathroom to release whatever is corroding,
him inside such a horrible feeling.
Its unbearable,
sleep might cure it all.
Time is all he is losing,
energy is the only thing he needs to be gaining.
Dirty and hungry,
but the thought of food makes him worry,
he needs energy but not food, such irony.
The task left to the blood to detox itself, how funny,
that it keeps him alive and he fills it with trash,
is it worth it?
Does it really make him happy?
Copyright © Edd Dino | Year Posted 2014
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