Tattered shadows lay across
True beauty disguised as dross.
Sullen forms on the surface lay.
Shining gold,
Dormant.
Reflections of Yeats' pavement grey.
But joy cannot,
And will not,
Be kept at bay.
From those who seek.
Those children,
Lost,
Wanderers,
The meek.
They will not find,
For they do not seek.
Gold lays beneath the veil,
A cascade of dust,
Broken fragments,
Of a child's forgotten fairytale.
Look upwards.
And you shall prevail,
Life a sinking boat,
Which you must bail.
Happiness cannot be expected,
It is you.
Yourself, your gilded thoughts,
The part inside that lays,
Neglected.
Happiness,
comes from within,
To on the surface be reflected.
Reflections will appear,
In things far and near.
Cast off the sullen cloak,
Have.
No.
Fear.
Happiness is not him
Or her
Or it.
Happiness is not some thing
Is not a bottle,
Nor in a book writ.
It lays beneath the grime, and grit,
A candle,
Waiting patiently,
To be lit.
notes
Poems should reflect their tone, their values: 3 poems precede this note. They are not perfect, they are rough and rushed, like lives struggled through. Their syntax is bordering on hectic, the chaos of the dark. The words chosen aren't always the best, mistakes and poor choices are part of humanity. Rhyming is constant, repetitive, it goes through the motions other than a complete infrequent discontinuation. Much like the rhythm in our daily lives. The personification of the darkness, and the swapping between darkness being something evil or something to cherish. This reflects the emotions in our lives, the times we want to shine and be seen and run from the dark, versus when we want to hide, put on a mask and be invisible. Word choice switches between childlike words, to overly complex. We all want and try to become a child again, but sometimes we feel we must attempt to be considered mature and intelligent, but as an act. The words who's meanings are slightly o...
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