The Treadmill Of Happiness

The Treadmill Of Happiness prose poem

Uploaded by Kriska Kumeh


While I dread the monotony of days that pass me by,
I relish in the lack of responsibility I deliberately choose for myself
And the beauty of un-productivity that allows me to seep into the deep recesses of my thoughts that ought to be silenced by the preoccupation of busyness.

But as I stay here I am overcome with the urge to close myself from a world that is riled in controversial truths and this ignorance of mine is an implication of an immaturity that can only temporarily console me from my reality.

Procrastination as a hindrance to move me forward from my inevitability, and the unwillingness to move along with the continuous pacing of society is leaving my mouth open to grasp rapidly in order to hear myself beating attune with the rest of them all.

And with my measly attempt to move along, I ponder upon the difficulty of life and the wonder I render upon those who are able to endure it. For as they place themselves within positions of structure that beguile them; that the presence of such circumstances are excusable limits that delimit them, they succumb to be a part of a construct that although may be accorded to order, may not lead to the happiness we have subjectively and respectively created in our minds and in due part, externally yearn for.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Of Fragmentary Happiness

Of Fragmentary Happiness short poem

In a dark dark night About you I reminisce, Cropping more towards you I fall into abyss. Where I see you With your immense love, Holding me tight Where I be the dove. Your eyes so glittery Filled with fire,

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

Oh! Happiness Where Are Thou

Oh! Happiness Where Are Thou long poem

Happiness! Happiness! Oh! Happiness! Where are thou? You were with me, when I was in primary school, though I never thought much of you, You followed me to secondary school, there also I didn’t recognize you, You were a friend

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Happiness is a feeling which has limited space Happiness is like a water bubble never know when it burst out in tears Happiness is unexpected It mat turn into agony when expected Happiness is like burning gas never know when