Requiem for a Dream Poem

I watched the "Requiem for a Dream" commentary and was inspired to write this poem.

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Two people find themselves
in paradise.
Somehow, someway,
they have captured happiness.
Their smiles quickly radiate the warmth
of hope,
and they embrace while standing at the gates
of heaven.

But they do not make it through the gates.

We're so close, they say. So close to being happy.
But the dream that was so near slips from their grasps,
and happiness hurtles down the black pit of despair.
A compromise here, settling there,
until they weep in vein, their clothing is no longer white.
The dream is gone, leaving a place where contentment can no longer reside.
This is hell. This is hell.

This is hell.

Oh, let us never experience the sweet taste of happiness.
For then, we will never know what we have missed.
But now our tongues long for the honey of a fruit no longer in season.
We cry out to suck the juices of the apple that will make our problems dissolve away.
But, once again, we have done it. We ate again from the tree in the garden.
The apple was not pure, the deceiver did his job.
And now our bodies long for satisfaction from an evil food,
a desire we cannot reverse.
So we must walk throughout this earth with our ever hungry body,
waiting for the day after eternity when we will be satisfied once again.