Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Murky muse

A tentative wobble toward
Joyous and content tomorrows
Initiated by shedding
The sadistic blows

As I scour my past,
For snippets of joy
I come to realize, pursuit
of happiness is a ploy

A ruse, after all, it is
Like those holidays
Created by Hallmark
Joy is indeed elusive.