We can't find a way away
It's seems that we are all all but done
We'll wait you and I and die

only apparent
actions to face value eyes
but it's Obvious

Self subjection to deeds I despise.
All things above me.., enraged I realize.
Silent screams emanating from eyes
allude to actions, incipient, though still trapped inside..,
so hindering I hide, in rear of reddened eyes,
submerged in amber-old, and deafened by my lies.

All the greetings​ received from day to day,
from hellos and head nods to smiling bright heys.
For me all are awkward and fraught  with dismay,
not from meanings of word, but which ones​ walk away

Knowing the darkness I hide,
I wonder what light's are a lie.
Mouthing echoed sounds of pride
trailed soft to mute sigh.
Is this to be, to be abject aware,
or a dawning to oneself
of blinders to narrow stare