The Tragedy of Happiness
How sad that I crave the drama of strife
The storms and the gloom that oft puncture my life
For only in sorrow can I pour out my verse
The tragedy of happiness when I long for worse
But full is my heart and bright are my days
In love I am warm and bask in the sun's rays
Long may it last that I'm not chilled by grief
This respite is long due and shouldn't be brief!
Yet how I long for my juices to flow
I mean the creative kind (just so you know)
I'm upset that my inspiration insists
On only appearing in misery, not bliss