Poems on Happiness - Blackout Poetry Notes

Rat Race

Is anyone happy?
They are living in blind optimism
with the ugly rat race,
desperate suburbanites who
never could quite understand
beauty or love.

This must be it
I feel alive now that love
had the breath
knocked out of me.

Reclusive by nature,
writers
favor to create
a fantasy world.

Open your eyes.
Let life in
and
welcome experience.

Living is so uncertain
and hard
but I feel there is 
so much more
purpose
instead of a future so black.
I want
to never be afraid.

We keep marveling
at the utter peace at hand
as we left the rush
and the emotional turmoil of work.

Change
is a mere
consequence of living
so I had better
be content.

You are fierce
and quite capable so
try for yourself.

I want to succeed
but not with the desperation
I felt for love.

Happiness struck me
and opened a torrent of
growing love.