Hard to Smile

Joy has left,
sounds are gone,
tears manifest,
all day long.

Silence seems,
to be in vogue.
But style says,
your just a rogue.

Baggy eyes,
ugly expressions,
streak marked cries,
affects of depression.

But now so torn,
this lie of yours--
--is nothing more,
than a source of war.

Like another piece of salt,
another grain of sand,
lost inside the seas of life,
misery has made you bland.

Open the doors,
part the clouds,
slam the cupboards,
start the rounds.

Let the ocean roar,
see the waves crash,
watch their efforts fail,
as all is lead to pass.

Erosion and corruption,
lost between the lines,
hidden thoughts; conspiracy.
Sounds of simple lies...

When will the echo stop,
When will time diminish,
and when will eternity come,
to finally finish?

Silence voids the echoes,
life settles to dust,
moving on it beckons --
mists of passion lose their lust.

I've been finding it hard to smile,
so lately simple too,
the spirits of passion,
have no more dew.