The Silent Sad Soul
THE SILENT SAD SOUL
Torches in the sky,
Tis a spiritual sight,
The sun n moon so bright,
and each star a glow
as a hopeful wishing light.
Smouldering beneath is a soul,
in blind darkness,
surviving on it's own sadness,
so tense tied in barbed wire fence,
a soulful seed as if an unwanted weed.
Portraying a happy clown,
disguising a fractured frown.
Singing a happy song,
so hypocritically wrong,
to hide, not to confide.
A portrait appears,
so happy n glad,
but the paint n brush used so sad.
For what the eyes see,
may not truly be.
Giving directions to show and say,
but blindly losing one's own way.
Donating time n care,
while still in self despair.
Silent sadness is real,
that seems only sad souls feel,
with the hidden sad soul tattoo,
on the unknown who.
Copyright © Edmund Strempfl | Year Posted 2019
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