Whispers of Solitude in theSwa

Pretence in the face of the world But as the night folds, fears speak loud Haunted with a darkened and blurred future All hiding under the skin of painted smiles Uncertainty about the future grows its depth beyond what words can hold. Dreams unfulfilled and visions deferred, pierce the heart already torn. A capsized boat that once held two now drifts with only one aboard. On its voyage, it encounters sinking souls, yet the tide of uncertainty drives it on with no pause. Souls once intertwined in sacred vows, now yearn to loosen their weary ties. Beneath bright smiles of the lone ones, lies the silent thirst for union & untouched dreams Millions weep when the mask comes off, Grief rooted in truths never unveiled. Yet when faced with the light of the day, the mask is worn dearly and cheerfully Oh, the mask, beloved disguise of the world’s great mass