Her Umbrella

Her smile was her mask,
She wore it well,
To be happy was her tiring task,
To escape her hell.
A single drop of tear,
Every night she would shed,
No one to call her dear,
Or to caress her head.
She would look up to the sky,
Staring at the moon,
She thought he was depressed,
She wished she could fly,
To comfort the lonely lune,
True feelings of one oppressed,
So lost in her despair,
Broken beyond repair,
Groping blindly for light,
Pathetic was her plight.
Yet her smile was still her mask,
And it was such a swell,
Her demeanor so full of dignity,
Could anyone even think or ask,
That she was not doing well,
Or doubt her deceptive placidity.
Only her moon understood,
For she gave her heart to him,
Through a single unspoken tear,
So full of suppressed pain,
He was to her the only good,
Everything else just grim,
For he was the only one to bear,
Her umbrella for the rain.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[¿]

Well I thought the poem would go in seasonal way but this piece blew my mind.
So I should give review like it's "Mind blowing"

[Arya]

Thank you for your encouragement!

[blackbelief]

Very well written. Keeping the Rhyme scheme simple is what makes this art. I staggered just a little bit on the flow of the idea though. Otherwise an excellent piece.