Impales an ignorance.
They wish the blood that seeps,
Stops an honesty that can not be faced.
But they are not willing to heal the pain,
Hurting from inside.
They wish alone to cry.
The bleeding does not subside.
And denial keeps them fading,
With false dignities!
Exposing a tattered pride that all can see.
This is perceived to conceal their grief.
And yet it is not hidden!
A cure desired does not publicly endure,
Their constant sorrows.
They choose to refuse to admit,
The origin of their pain!
Denouncing the reason why they see no gains!
And they remain,
Lost amongst themselves…
Without identities.