THE GHOST OF A NEVER ENDING HAPPINESS

It appears as if I'm always talking about this, I realize I'm always thinking about this, when the grass is at the first stage of its growth, It's always greener, so was how I saw the picture then, great happiness, an unending one indeed, now I'm here staring at its ghost, wondering how I could still gaze at it with my naked eyes. It's not easy to stare at it, you see horror, you see your pain, you see torture, you see the efforts put in, you see a once unending desire, you see dashed hope, your eyes π have seen it all, but it's not going away, the ghost is crying, shedding tears, expecting your help, infact crying for your help but you are numb from the sight, what seemed ever green, is dead before your eyes and you are powerless to help. How it began: When an answered prayer reminds you of a human being, When a man is fine and still gives you money π°, When a woman knows the heart of her man. Those can cast a ...