The troubled
soul is sinking,
Cries
for hope far from reality,
Though her
robe glows religiously
Her hurt is
vast as eternity,
Worthless
it is, so worthless it will be
To feed
her with opium in perpetuity
Her troubles
increases indefinitely
Yet her smiles
veil her troubled soul
Her words satisfy
aching ears
Yet dies in
silence
Has fair life,
yet sinks in despair
Wishes her
faith crystallizes the air
Encouragements
in her life of hell
Different
it is; so different it is,
Her mask
never reveals her misery.
Sings, laughs
and carries visage that tells another story,
Prefers pretence
to mockery
Happiness in travesty
Painful it
is; so painful it is
Alone in her
feelings,
Glairing pain
yet none see
With screams
she sends her plea
To the
breeze in the fields,
To ears
too busy to listen,
None believes
her trouble crushes from within.
Only one I
saw;
Her eyes,
revealed many more, whose cases never adjourn
In marriages
and works
Friendship
and enmity
Male and female,
Young and old, Rich and poor
They leave,
they die,
Celebrated
in happiness
Yet they are
troubled Souls
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