Happiness Is Just a Word

Happiness Is Just a Word

A Poem by Anna Auel

Who has energy for a live wire?
That’s what he asks his friend.
The sparks burn too much, she burns my love away.

Money and bad sex and more money
Down the drain.
Swirling in a soggy mess.

Do drugs, his friend said.
Have affairs.
They get you somewhere that isn’t here.

He said wait. But those things aren’t real either
I’m frozen in limbo, can’t go forward can’t go back
Everyone I talk to about this says the same thing: that's life, that's how it is.
Better to numb up and shut up and shoot up.

Just don't look up.

© 2012 Anna Auel

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Added on March 31, 2012
Last Updated on April 1, 2012
Tags: disillusionment, existentialism, postmodern


Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV

I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..