Eccedentesiast

His smile is like a white crescent, but a murky sky is hidden inside. Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind nor describe sour sickness of his tongue. Piercing pain constantly stabs at wounds, but you can't see his bitter blood bleeding nor the bonfires burning his burdened heart. He is the master of the masquerade, exemplary scholar of skillful silence - a psychologist's worst nightmare. Yet they flock to him to adore his words, so they can feel the magnetism of his smile, laugh at his childish antics, be happy for a while. Greatest showman playing the great pretender, but he's crumbling, stumbling and tumbling inside. Despite an abundance of admiration and applause, he finds no solace, so feels miserably alone. Feeling like a snowflake on a rainy day, an empty balloon battling against the storm. Demons of self doubt mock his actions, he shakes his head in disbelief - but they laugh, he screams, but they belittle him further! His stomach shrinks with a loss of appetite, dark bags appear beneath his sleepless eyes. Life is a whirlpool of fractured fragments of glass. Wondering what is the blessings of breathing, what is the purpose of another sunrise. He aches to be burnt into ashes Will they even miss him if he is gone? Silent One 21 October 2020 This poem is dedication to everyone who keeps a smile, when their world is falling apart. Many will relate, this is not a bio. When writing it, at first I thought about Freddie Mercury and the show must go on, but as I wrote it, Robin Williams came to mind. Someone we all miss. We never know what people are going through. Sometimes, I see someone smile, but I try to look beyond. Never underestimate the importance of reaching out to someone. It could make a big difference in their lives. As poets we have the power to reach out to many people through our words. Is there someone you have not reached out to? Thank you for reading.