#WritcoPoemChallenge
The smile on my face is real,
It bears witness to how I feel...
Deep inside
lost in my mind,
finding the reasons
to live this life.
A ghost of a smile creep onto my face
when I count my blessings
one.. two...hundred and eighth,
slowly and surely
it starts to disappear,
laying on my bed
drowning in tears.
Sins and sins
count me in
I will be leaving this world
As a lonely king.