Smile

I would smile
But I can’t ’cause it hurts;
Every time I smile
I just communicate different words…

Words like “help,
I’m breaking down;”
The last piece of a smile I held
Turning to a grimace then a frown;

Feelings coming together to taunt me
But behind that smile I would hide,
I would hide my face as the sorrow haunts me,
As I convince the world I am fine;

I seek help and they tell me
To pray and start my day with a smile,
“Thank you; for a moment I felt ease,”
Hiding the hopelessness behind a simple lie for a while;

A real smile hurts even more,
Because I know, I know for sure,
It won’t last long,
Somehow, something is bound to go badly wrong.

As The Night Proceeds

As the night proceeds
A soul longs to escape the cage of life,
Tears embrace a face with distasteful cries,
Sorrow doesn’t cease.

As the night proceeds
Havens in many hearts break inside,
Many behold of frowns smiles failed to hide,
Hurt invades and happiness suffers defeat.

As the night proceeds
Thoughts maim my mind,
They exude of sadness my past left behind,
And the hate caressed in desolate weeps.

As the night proceeds
The moon grows devoid of light,
The night glows of gloom and strife,
Many are left for dead; numb and weak.

This Broken Mirror

This broken mirror
Reflects my pains,
The hurt and sorrow
Flowing through my veins,
And the wounds of anger
That left my soul stained;

This broken mirror
Speaks of the truth I dread,
Repeating its speech
Again and again,
Clearly describing the
Vague picture of my death;

This broken mirror
Casts a shadow of sorrow,
A cold loom of
The hollowed morrow,
Broken smiles and fallen laughters
In the days to follow;

This broken mirror
Shatters even more,
As it shows the hate
In my own reeling flaws,
Lurching imperfections
That never dare to fall;

This broken mirror
On my cracked wall,
Is a merchant of misery
And pain to all.