There Are No Happy Endings

There Are No Happy Endings


Happiness.

Even the word sounds strange to us now.
Unfamiliar.

Have we forgotten?
Grown mindless?

Our souls wriggle around in straight jackets
Somewhere in the deepest, darkest holes of unimaginable threads.
We have lived so many lives inside our heads.

Times change, and so do people.
Though some things remain the same.
The hearts, the thoughts.
The life, the rain.
Trickling down
Atop the steeple.

When people fall down
And see powerful ones rise
They can't help, in sadness
But find themselves demise.


Sometimes things work out.
Most times, they don't.
If it can be fixed right now
Eventually, it won't.

Our hearts are permanently turned out.
Tired; their limits impending.
It's become ever apparent:

There are no happy endings.