The Lost Serendipity

 Tonight, as Memories stream like pale fading dream;

Broken soul laments while withering her pillow.

Amidst the aporia of muted screams;                                                                   

He suffocates while listening to his inner voice.

 

Feel alone, feel hopeless, and feel lost.

His depression grows though more;

His crumbling consciousness seems callous.

Nightmares haunt him to their core,

And his dreary mind a demon palace.

 

He stayed up all night staring at the empty ceiling;

Feels hollow and hopelessly lost.

Yet, danced with the demon not knowing the cost.

He looked for help, found none.

 

Mocking him as a misfit, others smiled as he bleeds;

As to them, he is a joke from a comic.

Yet, he decorates his pain though with art.

Hidden his tears behind a mask to fake smile.

 

-RKM