Darkened lies behind starry-enlightened eyes,
A quiet terror that meets with the dawn.
Creatures with jaded shadows, piercing eyes like knives,
Whispers of seasoned sad stories linger when you are gone.
Try to close them out you will but much to your dismay,
You’ve harvested them in your deepest hours; they live in you every day.
A laugh is forced, smiles are few and daydreams become nightmares.
Tired and beaten, face in the mud you have nothing left to share,
Your face shows your repose, and everyone knows and they tell you that they care.
Hide in your room, under your blankets in your bed,
Even though you are living your life in nothing more than your head.
By Sameena Bachmeier