Borrowed Euphoria

A poem on joy that visits, and sorrow that stays

It made a comeback. 

On days when 

I started to feel the joy

Living a little with some coy.

Then I saw

The grief standing on the door

Staring at me, all bored.

Suddenly,

I was filled with sorrow

Like two old friends reunited

And flames of agony ignited

While the euphoria looked borrowed

Happiness in my case

Was a transaction

My soul craved for 

Misery in fractions

Even on days 

Filled with love and affection,

I looked for affliction.

Maybe I found a home in sadness.

Maybe that was my madness.

-Awari