I Cried and Stood Upon the Fading Landscape as the Snowstorm Pierced My Heart
With every smile I fake, another part of me
Dies inside, projections of emptiness and utter
Misery appear before me, and scream
Relentlessly for eternity. Candlelit shadows,
My nonexistent soul walks the path of failure,
I see nothing ahead, wrapped around my throat are
The hands of life, the irony pours down from my eyes.
Repress this agony, ignore the fading colors of the sun,
Keep fooling myself into this false realm of empty hope,
And the orchids froze into the blooming December sky.
poem by Michael Robertson
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