Look in the graves.
Look in the places they told you never to go to.
Look in the wrecked homes and the abandoned asylums,
In the lost, unclaimed and buried bones,
In the burned letters and the ceiling fans
With ropes hanging by them.
Look in the places they told you were bad.
Look in the burned down houses and the
Tears of one who has seen too much too soon.
And find the happiness lost in them.
Find happiness in the crushed dreams,
In the decays and in the broken.
Find it, even if it is just a hint
Just a tiny little glimmer.
Find it and you will see
A sad end doesn’t mean it’s a sad story.