Painted Faces Poem by Matthew Holloway

Painted Faces



That which you see
May actually not be
That which you hear
Cold be a false song
For the are lives existing
In shadows and denial
The silent presence
Of a hearts demise
A minds despair
The whispered wounds
None do hear
Instead we see a smile
and hear a laugh
A promise repeated
I am ok, I am fine
But all is a lie
By those painted faces
Living their lie

Saturday, September 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,despair,loneliness,lonely,sad
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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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