DeadPan

Speech are silent, words unheard,

in the admist, this shadow of an unknown figure.

Dancing in the closed room.

moves were great, flawless,

yet elation was unfound .

Stream of words sniggering,

grasping onto the jowl,

wanting to make a sound ,

but the vioce is holded back.

Long walk, a mile away it was.

Pages turned, to see the miles

it then unfolds,

steps was untaken.

it wanted but the legs are shackled.

couldn't make a move.

Now the figure, on the comfy bed, 

eyes focused. hope towering.

waited, for the moves,

that could shower the bliss. 

seeing yet is all unseeing.

not worth it, closing the book.

stony phase, in loop time and again.

This Deadpan........

Espouse it , Embracing it! .