The Great Decent

Behind the smile lies a broken man
Once riddled with his emotions
His love for her he thought was dying
Never knew he would be the one who’s crying.

Behind the laughter is sorrow
A feeling longing to pass
As I fall in times of rapture
A feeling longing to last

It’s better off being this way
Free of troubles holding you back,
Now forward to do as you please
No one there to bring you to you’re knees

You’re better off being alone
Or so you say
Now empty and weak
As you wish to stay

Mark Poole
26th December 2006 ©