HAPPILY NEVERS

There are days
that are all hazy,
where no sunlight shines
and all brightness comes from memory.
I do not want that memory.
I prefer the darkness.

Tell me of no Happily Evers
Sing me no sappy love songs,
even if they’re sad
– for even they offer some kind of hope
for the future.

Don’t tell me it’ll all work out.
or build me any plans for the future.
I want to be miserable
at least for the hazy day
so lay no joy bombs upon me.

In fact,
just leave me alone.
Suffering in silence
is far better than this.