I empty my container of all emotions and watch as it bleeds dry.
Cracked and bruised with sharp edges protruding.
It’s better this way?
The energy of a broken smile seeps out through the hidden holes of my diminished facade.
My mask materialising into the form of a joyful child, while hiding the hurt filled woman.
My secrets envelope the treasure chest and interwine from inside out.
Only to halt at the red river lock that seems to have no key.
It’s better this way?
The pathetic wall I built, dull and as weak as it’s maker.
With vines growing all around it’s perimeter polluting and corrupting the way.
I listen for the sound of the sea shelled breeze but instead the piercing silence feeds my drum.
So I dream.
It’s better this way?
I lose myself in the abstract world of the night.
Where pain is not tangible and laughter more pleasurable.
I embrace the forgotten world of the mind and dance along to the melody of no sound.
No sound. No sight. No taste. No smell. No touch. No being.
Is it better…
Written by Kadeen
( kadeen loves writing poems and views it as a sort of therapy. She likes to sing and her favorite color is yellow :))