You killed him
crushing and smashing into pieces
smelling the pride in your shoes
mind puffing up with pleasure
wicked zest in your eyes
pleasing the unfaithful ego.
you seem to be happy
How cheap happiness is
a simple thing
and within easy reach.
You turned and walked
dissatisfied mind still burning
you came back to see--
he's alive or dead,
caressing pain?
He was still moving
longing for freedom
You killed him
again,
crushing and smashing him into pieces
you seem to be happy
How cheap happiness is
a simple thing
and within easy reach.


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Your views are apt as your are a buddhist.Thanks for the lovely comment.
You catched the bottom line of this poem which I wrote under those feelings.Thanks for the very exceptional explaination.I am overwhelmed.
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Buzzy, This was excellent.
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I love the questions brought forth by this lovely poem.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Many think happiness cant last but l liked the poem,happiness is power and it comes to those who believe that life is circle today you are at A and other day you are B but you need to focus and feel the point to be happy so as to do much in life.Hugs