as a result of some
demonic presence?
no, its fantasy
or is it hope?
Im lost in it
either way
lost in a field
of rye
as children play around me.
I am their guardian
protecting them from the evils
that lay hidden.
in the world
where children scream with joy.
as men cry with sorrow.
Happiness died
and is buried too far to reach.
so instead we lay
under the darkness of the sun
and enjoy the feeling
of tears
stream down our
masks that hide
the facial expressions
from those we love.