"How are you?"
The question infiltrates his brain
Like a stealthy spirit.
*
It's unheard footsteps echo loudly,
Pesky pestering poltergeist peeks
At every single hallway in his mind,
But he's too afraid to give it up,
Because once it's done, there's no rewind:
He cradles the Pandora's box
And calms his mental shocks
By muttering the mundane:
"I'm fine" -
He's fine
As long as his mind
Doesn't have to reveal
All those pains it conceals.
