Absence Poem by Jacob Courtney

Happiness ever moving ever changing day
to day. No matter what I may try to do
to keep in with in me it just keeps
changing its direction constantly.
Why must happiness be so elusive to me
all the time. Is it to much to ask for
a day is it to much to ask for a hour.
Am I destined to feel nothing but sadness
nothing but pain. These emtions over
whelm me more and more as the days pass.
The more I strive for happiness the harder
it is to obtain. It never passed through
my mind that happiness is beyond my
reach. I felt it once before yet now
it has to be irractic just like a
whinding mountain pass.

Is this happiness based off the
caotic road my life takes day to day.
Does this control it does this taint
it. So many questions with no answers
within sight.