Bliss

[i_am_all_alone]

Walking in, I feel relieved
the day is closing fast.
The work was hard and long,
but now I may rest at last.
Not caring of what next I'm to do,
those worries in my past,
I can lie still a moment,
relaxing in my bliss.

What else am I but my actions
if not also my beliefs?
Possibly a slight distraction
to those I know as friends.
And what of my reaction
when this discovery brings me pain?
I'll just again seclude myself
where I can find my bliss.

I tell her that I love her,
though the times are not so great.
Instances of argument
help solidify a hate.
Resolutions have not produced
anything as of late,
But as she leaves it overwhelms;
the rememberance of bliss.

Hobbies, I haven't one
to aid me in my quest.
Music sometimes gets it done,
but not enough, I regret.
Reading can, at times, be fun
or boring, in the least.
Writing from my mind and heart,
in solitude is bliss.

Of all the things to know, know this:
Life's fulfilled by happiness.
Knowing I'm not meant for this...
That, for me, is bliss.