I smile for you I even laugh too Just so you won’t see Inside what’s burning me You can’t see past this feeble flesh These ragged bones and nerves of mesh Rip all of this fake off and see what’s really there See what’s hiding all alone in life’s snare See a crying, weary mortal, feeling like a foreigner Crouched in desolation in life’s darkest corner See a mind, mangled, manipulated and wailing And the sea of confusion on which thoughts are hopelessly sailing See shredded and cleaved organs lying in agitated pains Witness the infected insanity pulsing through my veins See the caliginous heart enveloped in the reaper’s hands so cold A heart so dusk and confused, warped from society’s mold See a brain which is now a pool of rotting gray matter Lately this growth that only insists to scar and scatter Constant confusion and conflict for it is always a must Life has stained it with its grim poison and rivers of pus Stop and wonder next time you see a smile on a face Is this mortal wretched inside from a lonely embrace Don’t misdeem what's on the mind as a tool of content For they could very well be troubled and their insides bent As with I Everything you spy Is merely a container for this bewildered melancholy This lonely, worthless being that I call me
Reason for writing:
Life & loneliness.
Birth sign: Taurus
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