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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