In between the happiness
I die a little to exist
trading futures for the time
in those moments I truly smile
pushing past to grab the ring
the brass circlet asks no less
a sacrifice to feed the need
beyond the hells of common day
the minor heavens open up
with respite at last grasped
asking only that the breadth
is harvested to feed the whim
many ask why this should be
against the fog of memory
forgetting how they succumbed
to the worm seeking more
it responds with a shrug
asking penance afterward
a small price in the end
even as the light is dimmed
the edges fray to be undone
while the focus is on the fun
damned in the end to release
happiness that cannot last.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190120.
A well thought poem, Sean..........................10++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perceptive write on happiness. Well crafted poem.