She cries in the dark
Whimpered tears
Hiding behind her bright eyes,
Dormant fears,
They do not see her pain
or imagine her anguish,
Feigned happiness,
Plastered smiles,
They cannot hear her muffled cries,
In the darkness
Where her true self lies,
Pitted in utter agony
As her soul silently passes
Mourning her own funeral,
Unbeknownst to the masses
She will not live,
Spiritual suicide,
Her love she will not give,
Her self, only lies in illusions
Insecure intrusions
Gnawing at her soul,
In the darkness,
Where broken hearts
lie.
4 comments:
I feel each and every word of it...a pleasurable heartache
T.T !)
Why is it that all well written poems are sooo sad and heart braking?!...
perhaps the heart is receptive to sorrow more than anything else.. even a child, or an animal can sense sorrow... or perhaps, where joy and happiness are shortly enjoyed, sorrow lasts beyond its moments...
"joy and happiness are shortly enjoyed, sorrow lasts beyond its moments"...very true..and very well said! :(
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