Return

Pressing loneliness of

isolation,

all the more heavy

with its second capture.

Happiness is here,

but despair still lingers,

ready to snatch you

and choke away

your peace.

Pounding trap

returns, banging

shut a coffin

only you can feel.

Tears flow with

no reason, drowning

all positivity you

know exists

beyond the cloud.

Can you smile

at tomorrow?

Or will the absence

of today rob all

return?