when you see

smiles on the surface
is he hurt? yes.
defense found in the art of seclusion
confusing to one's personality
to actually be away from the crowd
the sound of breathing
seeping into the night
the sight of tears falling from the sky
windows closed
fog arose
and the hold of composure
no longer there
break loose from these chains
refrain from embracing the cage
open the gates to air out one's temple
the simple gesture of a nod
you say hello
i no longer know who you are
a blank stare
as the memories continue to fade
a blade of grass
flickers in the breeze
as you fall to the ground
and sit upon your knees
not pleased with your current state
but you don't fall prey to depression
cuz you know what it is
to experience a blessin'
and the impressions that are left
in your heart soul and mind
reflections found
within the pool of your eyes
and with a single sigh
you begin to release
the tensions that entangle you
and so the cycle then repeats.

by ntrl hgh