Happiness Unknown

I can't go on wasting my time, adding bruises to a soul already smothered in scars.

I am going numb and I don't know how long unkindness will go on.

Where is my happiness, is it in the high? Perhaps I do such things hoping that I may get 

high enough to reach true bliss, 

then again higher to reach redemption, but such climatic moments are quickly shattered 

by reality- and I plunge right 

back to an oh too familiar place of pity, self hatred, shame-numb.

This demon is both friend and foe. As I refuge in it bleeding it cures me just to stab me once again,

The cycle never ends.

But what must I do when happiness is unknown, when it is distorted it the daze of my 

climax and invisible in the chill of my low.

I know true rest lies within the scriptures. But how must I truly release myself from the s

serpent if it got it’s tail gripping my 

body and it’s venom running through my veins. My happiness is as unknown as death. 

I may perish with the devil’s teeth in my neck or with you. But I am powerless. 

My rest is as obscure as the fawning nouage above me, the heavens promise me 

contentment, I will be waiting. For my 

happiness is unknown and it shall not be found by my hands but by those of a higher power.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Zachary]

Very powerful and spiritual. You have a good understanding of creating imagery from your words.
A couple of things I didn't understand which could be typo's:
'But how must I truly release myself from the s
serpent if it got it’s tail gripping my' and
'As I refuge in it bleeding it cures me just to stab me once again,'.
Other than that I enjoyed the emotion and the journey and the question. Good to have you on here and to share the writing with you. All the best.