forgotten

Swept under the carpet

discarded as a pile of rubbish,

Forgotten is the existence of a soul

hidden by the shell,

trapped inside the failures of the body

tormented by its shortcomings. 

No solace offered, 

The pain hidden.

The fake smile the forced posture, 

a talent of its own right. 

To hide the true emotions

to fight through another day

to hope for light,

light to penetrate the tunnel

of apparently eternal darkness.

A light - one light - the light

to defeat the suffering

the pain, the failure 

so cleverly hidden.

A talent in its own right.

To hide such clear pain

A talent hidden from the world

Still a talent in its own right.  

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

So heart wrenching. I liked the way you expressed your emotions.