A soul lost, drifting in the wind,
Distance memories echoing a pushed away past,
Take strong hold of a lonely mind.
Visions and smells clouding,
Pain consuming, dancing, mocking,
With a deep breath they trample onwards.
Pulling down the blinds to the confusion,
The bitterness, the anger, the loneliness,
Voices of past lovers, friends, enemies engulf.
Resentment thrown back and forward,
No one is to blame.
The armor has taken over,
Soldiering on to the beat of a drum,
Every waking moment is a lie.
The smile blankets the truth,
Taken as blase, detached, cold
Deep down lost in the darkness.
No where to turn to,
A hand reaches out,
Offering friendship and understanding,
Comforting, loving, encouraging.
No judgments made,
Some peace is found,
A smile of appreciation,
One simple gesture,
Can mean so much!
Copyright © Melanie Ross