dolorous

I know the bog
the quicksand
of dolorous decay
clinging to my toes
as it drags me
down below
the terror that
each rope is a rattler
each log a crocodile
that happiness is lost forever
gone somewhere
with my smile
but in the end
I'm buoyant
my heart not so heavy
so as to sink
it's never easy
to save yourself
from sadness
but you can
if you change
how you think