Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare Poet Free verse

This Chapter Is Called Happiness

Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint ft Nieolpen

The story of happiness no longer tempts me
They told me a lot about it  
It grows & disappears 
It sometimes lives in sin & worldly pleasure 
Or in evil and conflict
Maybe at the gate built by hands of wealth & prosperity. 

I still walk on sad shores 
I find nothing - except remnants of thorn
Still I’m spending nights 
Searching & singing with beautiful expectation 
Maybe it’s a fleeting dream 
Where days sacrifice themselves 
I ask the night - it says: it is the secret of the world - Puzzle of ages
The secret will be revealed tomorrow 
So let me rest on the shore of sighs. 
Between supplication and beliefs
 Sadness will not ignite 
Nor will pain - it only rest on the rock of faith

(2)
All started a bit rough,
Enough to make one insane,
Frustration, Darkness, 
Heavy noise, all the same.
Happiness, was this not called?
Happiness, Felicitas, Eudamonia,
Just one word on a line,
Not a second does this happen,
All on a mensa turn by turn,
Boom, the former disappeared,
Joy crept in,
Excitement, Serenity, 
Bright smile all found their way in,
Hope comes true,
Dreams does not lag,
Vision becomes clear,
From all angle was light,
That brighten the corner of soul.

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