Unfolded Vanity

IN

my face,
I
dare
see,

a lifetime

etched
in
glassy
blue
misery.

How
it
is reverberant

this loss,

this gain,

living
a
life
of
unfiltered
pain.

Down
I
do
go,
to the unmarked
place;

striving
for
things
that
have
no
face.

Happiness

and

Joy

I

have

met

once

or

twice,

hollow

words;

they seem real nice.

My
smile feigned,
sheltering
the
torrent
of
my
tears,

nicely

done

down

through

the

years.

With
my
mind
I
do
see,

everything

and

everyone

that

has

been

lost

to

me.

Ah,
the
unfolding
of
my
vanity.

Chasing
the
wind
in a
desperate
place,
happiness
itself
it
does
escape;
leaving
me
to
grasp
for
shards
of
solace;
in
a
life
of
unfulfilled
dreams.

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