Echoes of forgotten joy

Standing alone, shattered to pieces.

A point where sanity ceases.

Happiness-I wonder what that means.

Maybe joy, which everyone seeks.

Often alone, drowning in thoughts,

Of memories long gone to rot.

Finding joy in meaningless things-

Is that too much for us, mighty beings?

Sense of awareness and kindness awaits.

Forgotten memories of peaceful states.

Still here, all alone again, tainted in fear.

Trying to recall memories I no longer bear....