Remedy

Whom is it that withholds happiness at my gates?
His remedies are dark yet sweet
Holding me back from fantasy. 
Why can't I ever achieve this happiness, blissfulness, tranquility?
That he not only speaks of, 
Which is said to bring me peace.

Who is it that keeps happiness away from my heart?
Let it not be myself?
For whom truly holds captive the pains of said past, 
the scars from my burns and the wonders from said future?
Yet, do I have that future?
Or does my anger swallow me whole in my inequities?

Whom is it that buries me with regret, with sorrow, with aches?
Is it right to allow tears to fall onto mine shadows?
Or insane to bondage myself?
I seem to lack the qualities which are sought. 

So tell me, is it me?
Do I bring forth mine own sadness?
For as I remember,
My remedy was taken from me. 



-Nayo Shell 



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