Dark and depthless
Stark and endless
Eyes that seep
Down, down, down
Into the soul
Can't see
What he sees
Obscurity
There's some emotion there
In those golden reflections
Strings and chords
His fingers instinctively play
With graffiti symbols gushing out
Is there discreet embarrassment
And uncomfortable discomfort?
Remembrance of what was
And what he could have had...
Is it sadness or stoic pain?
Holding it in, clutching
A wall built up high
Afraid it will spill over
And the world will see
What he's hiding
... and judge.
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