Happiness eludes us even at close range
The heart and mind seem to wander freely into pain
Pushing away the love, barring the doors tight
Preferring to close the drapes
Keeping out the light.
Whom ever wanders through the corridors,
The maze of life and pain
Will not speak lightly of the souls death
the emptiness that remains
Those who know what it is
to accept happiness and breath
Will have known what it was to
have walked, the edge of death.
Copyright © marie massop | Year Posted 2014