The price of happiness
In my quest of a better tomorrow,
I ignored the cries of the beloved, the cherished and the revolted.
The sweetness of a coveted joy and satisfaction,
sought after by my foolish and selfish greed,
has numbed and corrupted my senses.
Life is now nothing more than a rotten fruit,
of which bitterness spared from self-destruction.
Happiness is the dull pain of a self-afflicted wound.