A beautiful fall

Laughing for hours on end

Smiling like God has spoken

Yet it's just their suits shining 

The long dresses that they wear, with crowns made of nothing 

Smiling and joking as the biggest farce of the world

But it's real somehow to them

Somehow accepted than feared

Feared for it's bottomless glimmer 

There all of it is lost

The unseen beauty that they don't wear

The one not shown on the big screen

But sacred for the ones who see it

Then it's the loud laughing once more

With the glimmer so bright that there is nothing left but it

They fall into it with the grace of a ballerina 

The blindness of a mole

They cry in the darkness of the night but smile to the world in the daylight

"That's just how life is like"

Their little lullaby 

Author's Note

I write free verse poetry and always strive to include rhymes whenever possible.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Artifice, facade - both, all - the means to an end. Nothing more than trying to appear bigger physically, mentally and morally than actually are. So sad when deliverance or status just asks for that little more as and when can, which might discover both self-pride and approval.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Tremendous writing.

[Victoria]

Thank you for reading it and I'm grateful that you got to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[Marie]

An excellently penned allegorical gem! Excellent depiction! Those with pride are always humbled in the fall, like leaves in Autumn, the tumble down into the darkness of nothingness. Their smile is fake, painted on, it hides what goes on behind the scenes when daytime has passed. Wow! A very powerful write, Victoria. I enjoyed reading it and I thank you sharing it. A very fine poem...

[Victoria]

I gladly appreciate your observations of my work. Your kind words mean the world to me, thank you!

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear poetess...