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My Poor Happiness


Jolanta Gradowicz

I touched my poor happiness -
It trembled instinctively.
And then I felt its loneliness.
Suddenly it moved back rapidly.

I was afraid it wouldnít return.
It looked at me with pain and sorrow.
I desired to touch it time and again.
I didnít want it to leave me alone.

Stay with me, donít go away!
There are only tears, and darkness,
And emptiness. Please donít delay.
Come back! And donít be so helpless...

I canít stay here forlorn. I must hope.
I canít cope with the uncertainty.
I want to go on ahead and not to mope.
Consider it, and take pity on me.

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