I saw happiness within him lie,
But joy—oh joy!—had bid goodbye.
His lips would curl, but shadows deep
Danced where his spirit used to sleep.
The light, once bright, had drained away,
Like twilight yielding night to day.
His laughter rang, a hollow sound—
A ghost of life that once was found.
The years had carved, with cruel hand,
A shell no soul could now withstand.
Each day had added layer thick,
A shield from touch, from feeling’s prick.
Oh, jaded man, with vacant gaze,
Who walks this world in endless haze—
What horrors must your heart contain,
To hide from love, and live in pain?
The soul grows cold, in silent fall,
When years build walls, unbreakable.
And though you smile, it’s but a lie—
For joy has left, and you deny.
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