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.
Maverick Misfit 
You have beautifully portrayed every positive thing in life as a reminder of something dark and negative.. a reminder of something really painful.
Well written 🙂
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Isn't it sad that I have not done the opposite… but as usual, the darker, gloomier things come more easily to me… sigh! And you still call it beautiful.
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Beautiful things come easily to you.
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Like you. But this is not beautiful, this is what holds our fascination. Because we understand it. I hate it, but I write as I need to.
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Beautiful poem! So good to see you back!! 😀
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I am sorry but did I get you right? What I felt after reading was helplessness that forces someone to be just another head in a crowd, participating but dreading every bit of it.
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How it pains to not be able to show whats going on inside..only if someone can know what is going on inside!
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