TIMELESS MOURNING

Beneath the cheery way,
She goes about her day,
Is the ever constant ever pressing,
All continued, ever sway,
That leads her toward a better understanding,
But doesn't show any upcoming shore
It shows even not where she's standing
Nor where she goes, not anymore.

She fears of the agony constant holding on her soul,
She fears of the evil threatening to show.
She holds her face and keeps her tongue
But doesn't know where she's heading or even where she'd begun.

She's afraid the roaring lion will leap and bound through her skin,
But what could hold this awful beast, could something keep him in?
Was it the evil making her every more a feign?
Was it the evil that made everything bring pain?
Could she ever be as happy as she made herself look?
Had she been happy ever, what had it took?

-Kerry Donahue