Art for Heartaches (Poems)

Cold World

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It is painful, stranger,
the way we smile to camouflage
the things that kill us silently inside -
it was in poems
hiding in a metaphor
gallant in a simile
forbearing
but still overlooked.

It is painful, stranger,
the way we talk to one another
brilliantly, without a heart
keeping our souls inside an impenetrable wall
barricaded by mistrust -
a wall that hides our hearts until it rots
in disbelief and cynicism.
It was in songs
too many times
hiding in a melody
gallant in its pauses
forbearing
and always... always overlooked.

It is painful, stranger.
Will you hear my soul
and read my words behind the smile?
Will you look at my heart
and trust beyond the wall?
I am hiding in words
gallant in a verse
forbearing
but always and still overlooked. #