Melancholy Happiness
Life may be still
Sometimes even ill
There is darkness in every corridor
Creeping up to redeem the souls of the restless
However this feeling should not endure
Because the grandest moments are formed through inner strife
Days in which individual patience may be examined
And every minute of every day is questioned
One must not fret over the smallest issue
Because even if all is lost
Life is the ultimate prize.
This poem is about:
Our world