Fictitious Joy

    

The many shades of sunset skies pour out across the lands,

and the billowing clouds above stretch out their wispy hands.

Caught between the summer sun, and moonlit evenings that follow,

a porous heart cries out, with an echoing against its hollow.

The misty perfumed air leaves a rosy colored trail,

but an empty love encircles, and leaves the spirit frail.

Restless, but still dancing to the only song it knows,

it glides through the phony smiles and many proud egos.

A glittering wonderland of magic, hope and love,

is all that's seen through the eyes of this enchanted dove.

Alas it's all but a dark and wretched facade of loveless smiles,

the tyranny of souls creeps over the land for miles.

Searching, always searching for its true counterpart,

is the yearning for this broken and somewhat crackled heart.

Dainty stars come out to play across plum colored skies,

just as the loneliness pours out from her tired eyes.

A belonging is there somewhere is all she's ever been told

trapped in a world of things so cruel of stature, greed, and cold.

The souls that wear their veil of pride peel back her reverie.

Blinded by the gloomy anguish, she struggles not to see

Fictitious joy flows through their callous veins,

and a vacant, empty shell is now all that remains.

Piercing her flesh like a thousand daggers and traps,

the frail one shrivels down, to a broken heart collapse.

The many shades of sunset skies will never now be found,

a fractured beaten heart, now lies upon the ground.