The tears were locked and not dried ,

The fears were beneath a pile of smiles,

The cries were muted and not lost 

The miles were all in the mind .

 

Agony and helplessness are wedded in bliss

Grief and a laugh are a paradox in this 

neighbours seem asleep 

darkness seems awake .

 

Grief is at the doorstep ,prepped in finery 

open the rusted locks of the revelry 

let the salted rivers flow in all it glory