A Short Poem

There are so many reasons to be happy and I can’t find one of them.

It’s like a hot cup of tea that’s been cooled down and poured out,

slowly.

There are so many reasons to smile but no one’s got a clue.

It’s like numbness to the cold and everyone thinks they’re on fire.

You think I don’t feel the cold but I’m not paralyzed,

it’ll take ages for these layers to melt.

You say there’s reason but tell me, what are they?

A bright mind creates its own chains faster than light. 

I’m on no hunt; I’m trapped in a maze of understanding.

I sit a breath because the doors are locked.

But it rains 
water fills my lungs.

I do feel.

Whoever told you to be optimistic has never known what it’s like

with the lights off.