UNRESOLVED DESOLATION

Tired and trapped, I drop the mask

Seeking solitude in fragrant waters

Painfully indenting through flesh

And drawing out bitter crimson

Gleaming silver touches supple ivory.

My inconsolable heart lays bare

As inner turbulence overflows

And made one with outside wounds

My mute soul, again, given a voice

Through bitter sobs echoing from me.

While wounds close and tears subside

Sated are pain and anger welling inside

I slip out of crimsoned waters

Seeking peace and deliverance

But receiving emptiness in their stead.

Before I step out into the pretentious world

I hide behind my happy mask for all to see

While I cover the evidences of my scarred soul

The suffocating truth only for me to know and reopen

While the rest of the nonchalant world moves on.