dark · poem

Lost in Worlds but Found In Words.

That ever smiling guy right there,

Has a very dark secret,I fear.

He lies again his old long truth,

That very lies have tarnished his youth.


As his thoughts,still hidden by a haze,

Secrecy!what all hope to be mere laze.

But why,in the depths of peculiar gaze,

Of his that we find,this recurring maze.


No clues for this maze,I have just yet,

As finding poem in him,is all This poet.

Wants to do,exact as the rest of they,

Close to that unusual guy,who stay.


Story of many others,as this might be.

Coz not rare are people,with fake glee

Wonder how I know?how he looks free

Because unfortunately,that guy is me..


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