“A Complaint”
Apr 30, 2021
Poem created in the rhythmic style of William Wordsworth
I have a problem, I need help
Happiness has eluded me
Stressed, fatigued- I want to yelp
Happiness may come with a fee
Like a song, It hides the mild glare
Of a droning beat of despair.
Gilded by a canorous choir
Made to please and to entertain.
Songs fill the gaps of my desires.
Melodies can enthrall my brain.
Enveloping me in sweet bliss
A feeling, I could never miss.
How could a thing ever so sweet,
Ever cause me such immense pain
And make me feel so obsolete.
Possibly envelop the brain
See beautiful songs drive you mad
But happiness is not a fad.
