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Bitter Coffins

Poetry By: Ayla Daniels
Poetry



Why happiness doesn't exsist.


Submitted:Oct 13, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


There is no life

Only dreams

Hope

Aspirations

No one is happy

Happiness does not exsist

There's always something that could be better

Greater

Improved

Why are the rich so unhappy?

Because they have nothing more to gain

Because they have everything and it's still not enough

Empty

Hollow

A nation of fragle frames

Precariously leaning on the hope of purpose

Always searching, searching, searching for something

Someone

Anything

Bitter coffins crying out "If only, if only!"

"If only I was a little taller, then I'd be happy"

There is no greater lie than perfection; all is vanity

Surplus

Profanity

The closest thing we have to happiness

Is it's small shadow named hopes and dreams

That casts its shade upon all of us

Everyone

You





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