Into The Real Poem by Adam Pinheiro

And where might you reside,
Within these clouds-
Trapped in time you bide,
Or sincerely passed, and gone?

Friends, you said,
And I wonder how,
And when, what, where,
Abaft your vicious glare.

Your rigid words- forced,
Only tell me things, coerced,
Only there when I call,
And still, never there for me at all.

Your offenses…or ignorance,
Notice not what shadows hide within,
The shadows and scars, these pains,
That indifferences do cause.

And to strut the halls, head upturned,
Faces, facades, masques turned out,
But hurting, hiding, screaming,
Bloody murder, slashed within.

To the thought of reveling fears,
The things I trap deep inside,
Hand you tales of terrible tears?
Lips sealed shut; frozen fear.

Well, what should I expect from such,
And what would I ever do in return?
To guide you down, deep, into the “real”,
Things, I think, too bold for you to feel.