Is Poetry Happy?
Is poetry even supposed to be
happy? Because all I can write
about now is
pity,
and heartache,
and depression,
and sorrow,
and anger,
and deception.
My heart
is hallow.
Tell me, please tell me
is poetry even happy.
happy? Because all I can write
about now is
pity,
and heartache,
and depression,
and sorrow,
and anger,
and deception.
My heart
is hallow.
Tell me, please tell me
is poetry even happy.
♠ ♠ ♠
© Ayana Sioux