Lingering far beneath the surface
But their presence in known
Raging quietly in the depths
Scars never formed
The deepest cuts bleed on
Ruptured aneurisms of the soul
Bleèding into infinity
Look up as you walk through that crowd
Who is bleeding next you?
In the stillness of night
When they lay in darkness alone
Is their soul bleeding out?
Predators smell them from miles away
Flocking to the easy prey.
Piece by piece their will widdles away.
Never knowing the beauty that lies deep within.
Pain becomes solace.
Hiding behind smiling masks.
Everything is fine.
Until the bleed becomes a river .
Drowning in the waste of a misfortunate life.
Some scough, all judge, a few cry.
It only takes one.
One real love, one true heart, one real smile
It only takes one love to heal a soul.
Take off the mask.
Be your own one.
~R.M Brandon 2016