Solitude that lurks inside

He who marked by graciousness
Where secrets lies near at heart
It was he who found safe haven in the dark

He's not deaf, He's not dumb
But was ecstatic with numb
Seems to hear no sound, no more noise
Solitude is his comfort
Sitting behind a giant glass
He can't hear you, He won't feel you

She who's hurt and battered in war
Where physique was never harmed
Yet bleeds internally where no one regards
Succumed by hostility,heart was demised
But look at she,still widely smiles.
Just bare sadness she sees
Until SHE FOUND HIM.

As they try to ignore the agony
Of continually dismissing their existence
Labeling them as delusions
Seeing them insivible

Will they find solace in their hearts?
Will they go down in grief ?
Will destiny be at their hands ?
Hinder ascertainment in this narrative
Where romance is obscurely regarded
Where life is defined by pejonatives
Where romantics will call this tradegy
And realist will account such tale reality
Does reality exist?
Or can be dismissed ?