poem

The Mask

53241381716340847Impatient racing of my heart with a dim corner for compassion,

Trying to cling onto something corporeal,

My pain getting constant and sharp,

The cries getting louder and callous,

The gloomy feeling rules my heart.

 

The continuum of happiness is bleak,

Tired of this illusory which I perform every day that validates my existence in society,

The hollow conscience and the eradicating morals,

Blanket of stars brings solace to this restless heart,

Millions of the just glowing in darkness.

 

This is God’s own curse whether day or night,

The fake smile and the dreary face make it evidently clear of the fanatic cries,

Poison on my mind and the black coffin in my sight,

Abandoned by the near and dear ones,

Just throw my corpse where sadness cannot mourn,

Tired of being trapped behind this mask of despair.