on the surface, he’s beautiful, glistening in the sunshine.
a touch of sun rays, luminous & radiant, perch on his face.
he smiles like ice-bound crystals, proving that life’s good.
but, he’s trapped like the local government
under a state of a thousand thoughts.
he cannot see beyond his nose what lies above his brows.
as the light fades too fast that shines on him-
so fast he blinks when he makes to wink at the beautiful idea
that formed in his head.
under the surface, he’s dark and grey.
no light makes it through beyond his skin all day.
hot and hard, sun beams its rays, but it only knocks off the shadows
of demons he wrestles with.
all that glitter and shimmer from all the smiles he gives her
are trapped on the surface. no depth just roughage.
he could hear footsteps approaching. giggles and whispers:
he’s sure they’re lovers, holding hands, singing together.
he could hear the smiles in their voices, as the sounds pull him down
deeper into the darkness of a path he once trod with her –
memories sweet. moments super swift.
but, he’s trapped with a picture frame & her name.
he cannot dip his quill in ink. it is dry and heavy.
he stares blindly at his own shadow staring back at him,
unmoving and motionless,
like the weight of the world was laid on his head.
he can hear laughter again; the sound of innocence
warms his heart as the voices fade.
but the pain that takes its place unclothe the reminiscence.
he gasps for air with burning lungs, but he cannot breathe.
he’s trapped in a cellar, howling for help, but silence takes his sound
and gives nothing in return. only dreadful silence.
an eerie silence trapped in a blabbing skull.
though trapped underground in a bunker of himself,
in his thoughts are stories staged in the future.
warm and comforting, like a duvet embrace.
crystal beautiful like a snow-cap on the mountains.
luscious and inviting, like his lips.
original and untainted, like the tale that’s never been told.