From Inside a Hollow Pit

Behind the smiles, are shattered mirrors All broken as they could not bear the weight Of the pain that the skies hold over me! Behind the sparkling eyes, are wilted flowers All still in their full youth bloom All seeking to be assuaged by some water But having not any desire to let go of their pots And move to where river waters cajole each other! Behind the unfeeling and uncaring face, are drops of venom All seeping into my bones Making me wish I could fall on my knees And simply just let go of the force that inhabits me The force that pushes me to be, To act, to live, even if out of compulsion The force over which I have not the slightest power! Behind the mask of jolliness Lies a broken doll, one compulsively digging up tunnels Merely to try to find its purpose in this plane So as to accept itself So that the rest of Existence does accept it in return! For Contest Depression Sponsored by Lewis Raynes