behind blue eyes
cold and dark
his mind trembled
courage wavering he stumbled
through his jumbled thoughts
terrified
but he didn't look it
hurt
but he said he didn't feel it.
behind a thin-lipped smile
cracked and dry
her voice is caught in her throat
she struggles to even whisper
but, oh, how she wished she could
lonely
but they didn't see it
beaten
but they say they didn't do it.
behind masks
weary and weak
they hide
chipping smiles like that of those
whose monsters wore their same faces
but on their sleeve.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
PoesíaA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
