Beneath Him

Through his breathless smile, I saw sadness:

More to him that meets the eye,

     A sea of grief, there he lies

Might come off a little shy,

     Like birds on a window that fly by

His eyes the color of the twilight sky

     Before the sun finally sets and dies

 

Beneath his heart, I saw loneliness:

It thumped and beat, but nothing more

     There it beat like a random chore

Might be something worth to explore

     Like searching for shells on the ocean floor

Nothing more than he called for

     Looking for something on a sandy shore

 

Through his speech, I heard depression:

May seem happy, but he's not

     He needs more than what he's got

His sense of feeling has been shot

     His hands not cold, but burning hot

His stomach is all tied in knots

     Treat him in ways he doesn't get a lot