Concealed behind but a veil,
Enveloped by darkness.
And as the breeze blows
Sunlight blinds the eye.
Mourning, for what used to be,
A foreign land, treaded upon
Leaves no comfort to the anxious mind
Yet emptiness replaces it in whole.
Behind the facade of smiles,
Bitter tears are hidden.
Loneliness embraces her,
Yet fault sits beside her.
She makes no sign to run,
Nor does she embrace the fault
Though it seeps into her
Her forehead creases, with every crawling moment.
A crimson line forming,
As her lips finally tore apart,
Still the voice was empty,
Faraway, though near it was.
Thriftless sighs she breathed,
For it were paid by none.
The rainfall urged to crash down
on mounds, yet she yielded not to it.
Only she holds the key
To the door of the world beyond
Yet in the darkness she groped,
Still the key lies hidden.
The other doors open, alas, she cannot run
For the doors are not meant for her
And the misfit stands,
Watching silently as the rest leaves her.