His New Happiness

A breath of hot air,
Slice of a blade,
That sudden cold spot,
Is his way of welcome.

The smile to burden his happiness,
Only lifts with the view of bane,
Misery,
Others...himself.

Drilled accompanying illness,
His mind is sour,
Just a single area saved from this insanity.

He spares this belt of sweet mentality,
to a Divine lady,
but.....she's at rest.

With the last words freed from her voice,
"Wait for me."

He will wait.
and wait and wait,
till then he watches others suffer from his own heartache,
his new happiness.

--All Poems by Tia E
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