Though life moves forward and days pass by,
I fill them up with lists of things to do - but why?
To what purpose or end, do all these tasks lead me?
Meaningless activities and I cannot see.
Where I am going or what drives me to care?
Save the hole in my heart wretched with despair.
I've tried to ignore it pretend it has passed.
It has its own will and a strength its amassed.
I wonder if joy will ever resurface,
take over my heart and cast off the grimace.
That lives on my face an impermeable mask,
just below the surface which reveals my caste
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