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Joy

by Richard Vince

Contort your half smile
And make me wonder
Who is hiding behind it
And why.

Sometimes the presence of joy
Is too much for me, but
I release all the energy I can
Muster and try to act as
A capacitor, recharging from
Others’ happiness.

But there you are, as always…
An island of apathy in the
Sparking ocean of positivity;
An emotional black body.

I hope I am wrong, but
I fear that you drain him
Just as you are draining me.

These days, I seem to spend
A lot of time hoping to be
Wrong, but fearing the worst.
Most of all, I hope my optimism
For people will return.

09/04/2009

Posted on 11/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/11/09 at 05:42 AM

My optimism for people went away long ago... Of course my optimism in general went away a long time ago, so I suppose that isn't really saying much. Nevertheless, I really liked this piece, especially the third stanza and the lines: "An island of apathy in the sparking ocean of positivity". I know people like that; I am a person like that, occasionally. "Joy" isn't always easy to come by, but I guess that's what makes it that much more significant - to some people anyway. Anyway, excellent poem through & through; I enjoyed it very much, fine work indeed, very nicely done.

Posted by Amy Niggel on 11/20/09 at 01:15 PM

This seems to fit my mood today nearly perfectly. I have a similar type situation and find myself quite the pessimist lately. Beautiful work as always darling.

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