Not in a grave entombed,
Yet buried deep in a pall of gloom;
A life without moorings
Second by second descending
Into a yawning hole
That sucks out light:
A facade of joy remains
To grimace at the world,
Like a painted face
Peeping through chinks;
Heartache no longer felt
But absorbed in blood streams-
Screaming in veins.
Silent reminder of life lived in vain.
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