In the depths of sorrow, where darkness grips, Lies a tale of hopes crushed, where pain equips, The painful eyes, burdened with tearful streams, Yet the lips, they smile, like a shattered dream.
Through battles fought, within the heart's confines,
The agony etched, where despair intertwines, Those eyes, weary windows to a weary soul,
But the lips, they feign joy, their true tale untold. Oh, how the tears, they glisten like fallen stars, Silent testimonials of the hidden scars,
Yet the lips, they twist, into a painted grin,
A facade so convincing, concealing what's within. Like crushed petals, those eyes reflect the pain, The hardships endured, the soul they can't contain,
But the lips, they deceive, with a false delight, Hiding the anguish, keeping it out of sight.
The painful eyes bear the weight of every loss, Each tear compounding, each heartache like moss,
Yet the lips, they persist, in their delicate guise, Masking the suffering with a disguise.
In this paradox, where sorrow interlaces,
Eyes filled with torment, lips that pose as faces,
Let us seek solace in truth, for it resides,
In embracing the pain that within us resides.
For the painful eyes, though burdened and forlorn,
Speak tales of resilience, of strength that's reborn,
And the lips, through they smile, a fragile illusion,
Cannot deny the pain, nor its silent intrusion.
So let our empathy embrace the painful eyes,
While we navigate life's tumultuous skies,
And may our smiles be true, reflections of light,
With no hidden pain, but a radiance so bright...!!!
© gratitude for solitude