The glorious view had ceased to be soothing
The fragrances reeked of despair and doom
There was nothing in the abundance
Nothing to behold…
All was lost,
While I stood amidst the rejoicing crowd.
Happiness turned sour
That ached with the pain of laughter
I heard screams in the shouts of joy
I could smell the advent of death
All among the celebration of life
And I could feel dying inside
All the while the smile
Remained plastered outside.