PRETENSE

barren, dark and desolate
my existence is
the bliss painted
on my desrted face is mere superficial,
a veneer, concealing my innermost
sadness and utmost weariness
totally disturbing my whole being
the efforts i've exerted
are just but a waste
for being effervescent
at the same time
swallowing the emptiness
found at the depths of my soul
is the hardest thing to do
but i have a phantasm
a frisky, blazing and blithesome
life awaits me ....soon