I find myself falling into an abyss,
Deafened by a sharp hiss
Numbed with pain, I flinch
Finding nothing to clinch
Happiness tries to knock on my doors
Impossible ways it implores
I frantically bang my fists
But only a locked door exists
Some only notice my fleeting smiles
Behind it anguish slowly piles
I turn more introverted day by day
Is this pain here to stay?
Then I must hide it behind a smile
It's a solo walk down the aisle
They say what a smile this pretty face adorns
No, sweetheart; even roses have thorns.
Niharika Prasad
