A Poet's Veil

No words I'll speak upon this day
None of regret, feeling, or pain
I'll close my eyes, will it all away
Apathy speaks, becomes my cane.

My pen becomes my sound
my words read only of ail
I speak of lost, not found
my verses become my veil.

In blood I shall write this day
slowly signing away my life
Tears lead my words astray
Bitterness becomes my knife.

Tears now banished
In pain, this soul cries out
My fears, all but vanished
Tainted ink writes of doubt.

Sorrow behind these eyes
No words my voice shall speak
Hiding behind a wall of lies
A solitude threatning to break.

Secrets unravel one at a time
Revealing my nature, my lie
Every year pretending I'm fine
Treacherous tears from these eyes.

My veil removed, my mask cracks
A vulnerability shows through
Caught up in a web of useless acts
All of this time I have been untrue.