“THE SMILE”

Lying in the dark; lonesome as it is
As it has gotten
I wonder about pain and those who feel it
Myself and you
And the man in blue
Standing at the corner of the street


The street that has a hundred souls
Walking, talking, dwindling
But the man in blue he stands only one
Smiling, yet, wide


The blue of his clothes, it
Fades to grey
The light beams from his eyes
Come blurred by shy tears
He thinks of his deteriorating life
I walk to him.


He reveals the photo in his hand
Of his beautiful dead boy
Why do they smile?
Don’t they know they are suffering?


He says I would do the same

When in the worst of agony
Everything- becomes nothing
And I, an empty vessel.
With that, the photo, he puts inside
And walks away, smiling


But the smile, I perceive, is mechanical

And he, the empty vessel.
They do know they are suffering
After all…

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