Faded Happiness

To reminisce, and dwell on past times of beatitude.
Would mean relinquishing these thoughts of solitude.
I detest this mindset in complete and utter hostility.

I wish It would end, but doesn't seem a possibility.
I rouse from my daily slumber with horrible affliction.
My recovery is proving to be worse than any addiction.

I inadequately search for a cure, for my diseasedness.
But every attempt for reparation worsens my listlessness.
I long for an easy quietus, but the chance seems unattainable.
All I know is my life is nearing a cusp, life seems unsustainable.