Lights go out,
Fear fills its place,
Slowly, anxiety creeps in,
Consuming you,
Seeping in through every pore,
Closing every door,
To me, all is no more,
What can be done, for this soul impure?

Sure, I may smile and laugh,
But all you see is the mask;
Underneath I cry,
Below I am cast in sorrow and bewailment,
Never to see anything beyond that threshold;
The line between pain and happiness...

- Jay M
March 18th, 2019