The Book of Happiness

by Gergely Nyaguly   Jan 16, 2005

In the Book of Happiness
There are just few pages.
It's been covered by dust,
Havn't writt'n for ages.

Rusty brown papers,
Faded end drenched by tears
Cherish the memories
All of my joy and fears.

Next to the knotty scripts
There are diverse pictures
Showing me the bitter
Gladness and adventures...

I've just started writing.
Hope of eternity -
That's my inspiration!
The wish, to be happy!

"The sweetest day of my life" -
That would be the chapter.
But, just like the others,
Unfinished, not better...

It's still sad and painful.
I am cheated by dreams.
Once again. For last time.
And the end now begins...

I am closing this book.
I will open no more.
My ink will may dry up,
I don't want to go for...


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  • 9 years ago

    by Dark Secrets

    I love the beat of this poem. It starts really slow and then suddenly heightens and then drops to an end. You explained life here in a wonderful way, and showed the balance between the good memories and the bad, and showed that true happiness doesn't mean that we are happy all the time. The ending is nice too, it's bitter sweet and shows that life hasn't ended and so the happiness hasn't too, but sometimes we just need a break. :)

    BTW, this sentence:
    "My ink will may dry up,"
    should have either (will) or (may)... I think you didn't notice that when you were writing... happens to me all the time.

  • 9 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    Awesome awesome awesome once again :) 5/5

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