What do you know of the pain in my heart?
The smile, my friend, is a deceptive art,
subtle distances, fractions apart,
yet, you can’t see the scars in my heart.
I lie, deaf, floating amidst vapours of past
soaking in stillness ‘neath an overcast,
dreams screams when promises depart,
What do you know of the pain in my heart?
Wordy Wednesday Prompt – Scream
I love how this conveys how we all show the world a certain mask and keep out true problems and self underwraps. Brilliant.