I stood alone like a blank
page listening to my life
shoot blanks from behind
a veneer so misty with Jeer.
And as my tears rained down
pain’s pane my soul took a dive.
I dropped my heart on its head
cracking it open to face a sneer.
That was reality spilling tragedy
from my life like a cup of coffee
into my blank eyes that sank deeper
in sorrow until I became hollow.
I watched loved ones tumble away
without a hey or are you okay.
In the end sadness became my only friend
and living a game of pretend.
It’s always raining outside my veneer
that’s why my mind is never clear.
Sometimes my voice breaks and
life gives blunt aches with no brakes.
There are only echoes behind
my veneer nothing grows there
but woes placed carefully with
sharp edges that cut with
blues without queues.
Sometimes I stick my face close
to the veneer and breath on its glass
trying to see if there’s life left in this
lass via breaths and maybe warmth.
Everything is gloomy outside,
even weeds tumble in pairs only I am alone.
Mirth is something I will know
after death that will set me free finally.
So for now I stand behind my misty veneer
reminiscing all those I lost and held dear.
I have no fear having lived with one who lived to tear
my soul with words sharper than a pair of rusty shears.
So here I am standing behind my misty veneer
waiting for my finale to set me free
from this world of tears.
Inspired by :
Life: Why do people love me but hate you?
Death: Because you are a beautiful lie & I'm a painful Truth