Happy
has transformed into
a hallow word
A cavity gone unfilled
It is a void of emptiness,
the
Keeper of
unexplained
darkness that
Guards the hiccups
of light
A locked cellar door
that opens
For no one
This word was once
defined as
Expressing
joy
Causing joy or
gladness or to be
Cheerful and willing
Marked by
pleasure
Now we use this
word as a
Gravestone
To hide ourselves
into the
Pit of despair
This word has
Become a shield to
block
The melancholy from
Showing inside
of dreary eyes
The drawing swords strive
For the kill of
joyous words to
Leave the
bleeding hearts
With tissues to put
Pressure on the
wound
Wrapped in a
blanket
Of numerous nails.