Happiness, Illusion

Happiness, illusion,
born out of confusion,
and the search for a nest,
for that warm perfect breast.
But it doesn't exist
as we all thought it might
Only a fantasy
For dreams late in the night.
When we find out this fact
gone forever this torment
We can remain more intact
and live more in the moment.

by Susan Alldred Lugton

Comments (1)

nice poem, great points..................