Time has left traces in your saddened face-
Hidden behind your smile untold stories of abuse and pain
silently scream for my helping hand which I freely offer.
But to bring you back from wherever was that place
that you went seeking for unknown answers in vain
and swallowing illicit promises as I see you suffer.
Looking into the blueness of your cloudy eyes
I wonder of the unspeakable acts you may have committed
in search for the ultimate relief from your pain.
Who listens to your heart in places where no one cries?
Of these places we speak in quiet rooms when is permitted
and disguise all the expressions as to appear sane.
I wonder many things that I don’t dare ask
for fear of knowing too much about your realities.
But asking is my trade and I must know what darkness
holds you back and make you wear that mask.
And questions are finally formed about your fallacies
and the reasons for seeking the artificial blackness.
But your eyes shifting away from my questions
already tell me that this battle was lost,
as pain forms in a tear that your fingers quickly wipe away.
I can see the sadness form and in your expressions,
the seeking becomes everything at whatever cost.
“Maybe another time”- you answered with dismay,
and put on the mask that protects you from being lost,
as you walk away…