Agboyi Felix - Concealed

The cry of the unknown,
is abominable to the untold.
That face you see,
is a pillar of sadness,
a pool of agony,
a wailing drum!
That cute smile you see,
covers a disfigured face,
a distorted will.
He lives in nobility,
quite as the silent night,
but within is a Gordian knot.
The simplicity of his life
is worth embracing,
but the pains in his veins
can't be aspired for.
His lips are stitched,
for a continues gentle cry
will make worse a grumble.
That outward grinnings you observe
are the suffocations that can't
surpass his desire to grimace.
That little joys you witness are jus
camouflages to veil the griefs.
For he makes free his 'chi' from care, by smiling.
And who will listen to the tone of his drum,
may be if not the Father?
The banes are rather not explained,
so the laments are better concealed!

Agboyi Felix

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