Not a solution
We pass each other ignorantly
Just another face in the crowd
Lost and roaming astray
Seeking to find a way home,
looking each other with suspecting eyes
Without interactions and greetings
Like stones and trees without speech
We only share the air between us,
The hard concrete pavements
Have become parading fields
Where we march up and down infinitely
With false determination and hopes,
I may see in every face I meet
Lost loves and forgotten smiles
Or eyes too proud to seek help
And words in denial of depression,
I may see in the eyes of those I meet
The state of health of their hearts
Deep and dark, secrets and pains
All tightly covered by forged smiles,
Each and everyone of us
Engaged in theatrical acts
Hiding behind make up and masks
We blend in the crowd of happy sorrows,
Life is not as it seems
Happiness is a facial facade
Our laughter is an indirect cry
A clarion call for assistance,
If only we could be plain and simple
No one would need to be found hanging
Life is beautiful, if we accept ourselves
Our difference and capabilities.
Antreka Tladi
©️May2022