Wednesday, 25 July 2012


Happiness does not simply fade away,
It doesn’t slip slowly through your fingers
Or disappear over the horizon like a sunset.
Happiness is snatched from unsuspecting hands,
Kidnapped in the dark of night so you’ll never see it leave.
In time you won’t remember its shape in your bed:
The feel of it in your head or its warmth on your skin.
You won’t recall the strain on your mouth that laughter once smiled
And only the idea of happiness will be missed.


What do you do when you're stuck?
Stuck on a question, stuck in a traffic jam,
Stuck for what to wear for that work night out.
What do you do when you're stuck in a day?
Same event, same outcome,
Same desperate need to seek out the smallest of change.

What do you do when you're stuck in that day?
The one day, only day you want to forget.
 What do you do when it's the days that are stuck?
The nights won't come, sun never goes down.
What do you do when everything is stuck:
Unmoved and unchanged
Unforgiving emotion that unrelents every time.

Because I am stuck; stuck here.
And don't know what to do.