I see hurt caught
in the lies of your smile.
Lines that point up,
but are feeling dragged down.
I've felt the weariness
from too many miles.
When the world feels corrupt,
and you feel you’re starting to drown.
I've worn your frown,
To get a sense of the intense pain,
so that I can understand
what you are feeling,
and I've worn my own frown
from my own pain,
knowing that through it all
we can all rise up again.
I see sadness in your eyes,
it betrays the mask
you wear trying to hide
the tears that you've cried,
but they shine
like neon lines
down your cheeks.
I've felt the hurt release
It's vice-like grip
when you've had
a chance to speak
and let your words slip.
And when those words reach the air
electricity rips, a storm raises neck hairs
and energy flips. Now the power is within.
The words you spray
make the world spin
the right way,
for just a few moments
of this dreary day.
I don't claim
to know your pain.
Everyone’s rain
hits a unique way,
but I offer a hand
is what I say.
My smile sometimes
fades too, and in truth
I sometimes feel
I'm drowning under the swell,
but I'll hold the umbrella for you
until I walk the fires of hell.
Thanks for reading
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