Newborn, such loneliness should here remain
A silent secret not by choice revealed.
In pride, such bitter pain could be concealed
To hide the habit dark of the insane.
I now would choose to force such better days–
In forcing such, enforce a practice old
Of being happy; so to be consoled
By doubting not the wisdom of my ways.
In life, I pave the road of happiness
To happiness; I cover stones of grief
To see all anguished light through sombred smoke.
And so I go, and smile as I bless
The heart, as I would bless its bitter thief–
An next I die, on too much joy would choke.
My wise one…
“An next I die, on too much joy would choke.” beautifully written!!
Thank you for saying so.
I cover stones of grief…..we all do that to an extent, don’t we? Pave/put a different face on our grief, cover it. Excellent way of describing this.