The Quest for Bliss

What is happiness? I ask myself time and again,

Yet, no answer brings satisfaction, no solace eases the strain.

Am I even happy? I cannot truly say,

Restlessness stirs within me, in a mind gone astray.

Memories linger, refusing to fade,

Body and soul, in turmoil, an endless charade.

In moments alone, I ponder and muse,

Is it possible to live with myself, to never again lose?

Some days, survival is all I can achieve,

Happiness feels distant, hard to perceive.

My work is my anchor, my duality's art,

In the love for my job, I forget my heart.

No tears left to shed, only pain remains,

August, a month of grief, endless chains.

I’ve lost those I cherished, dear souls now gone,

In their absence, I carry on, forlorn.

Cry, they tell me, but tears do not fall,

A dry well of sorrow, a silent call.

Will letting go bring peace, will memories be erased?

In this storm of panic, I yearn for a safe place.

Who will end this pain, teach me to sail,

To navigate life’s tempest, to no longer wail?

Happiness eludes, but still I strive,

To find my calm, to feel alive.