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I CANNOT WRITE A HAPPY POEM

I cannot write a happy poem. It seems
Misery and loneliness bleed through.
Fears of what’s to come and scary dreams
Separate the falsehoods from what’s true.

Misery and loneliness bleed through,
Tainting every line with discontent.
Separate the falsehoods from what’s true.
It’s harder when the truth’s not evident.

Tainting every line with discontent
Turns every upbeat poem to something sad.
It’s harder when the truth’s not evident
To find those things that make a poet glad.

Turns every upbeat poem to something sad,
Paints every day as gloomy, does my verse.
To find those things that make a poet glad
I need to find the welcome in the worst.

Paints every day as gloomy, does my verse,
Fearing what’s to come and scary dreams.
I need to find the welcome in the worst.
I cannot write a happy poem, it seems.

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