Treasure Island

Louisa Brill


Searching for Happiness with a Vengeance


You wait for them to bring you happiness,
then wonder why it never comes.
You give yourself those short reprieves,
by putting smoke into your lungs.
You force yourself to think you're happy,
and suppress what you cannot accept,
but when a balloon is too full of air,
what do you expect?

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014

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  • John Westlake (5/5/2014 4:25:00 PM)

    Smoke is no substitute for happiness and you can't wait for someone to bring it to you. Sometimes you need to make your own. May you find the happiness you seek. Stay strong (Report) Reply

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