When I look upon this moment,
Studying these scenes before me,
If we compared each one by frame.
They would differ in pedantic detail,
From the earth to the heavens,
From the cradle to the grave.
As you see the depth of joy in a smile,
I see the anguish beneath the eyes.
Where there is laboured laughter,
I feel intimate pain.
In the warmth of coupled hands,
I am privy to their feigned fidelity.
You are all to easily fooled by life’s illusion,
I am ever exposed to its blatant reality.
For what you cannot see on the surface,
Is glaringly obvious to those who dare to look.
If only I could remain anonymous.
My eyes unspoiled,
These hands untouched,
This heart unscathed.
Just lie to me.
Tell me a beautiful dream,
Sell me a fantasy,
Of something I can believe.
Where I am not a victim,
Nor a pawn.
Wasting into infinite darkness,
Remaining embittered and forlorn.
Where I see life as you do,
So very differently.
© 2021 Alana Bembridge