The Forged Identity

And he too painted his face

In shades of white and red,

Forgetting somewhere the enchanted grace

A smile for his ugly facade –  

Running after a dream

An empty frame of infamy,

For hate triumphed and reasons shed

The punishment of a sin;

For he build walls against his wishes

But nothing could fortify the fragile,

As he weeps deep within

Solely among his inner self,

A self he could no longer conceive

For he wears a mask to deceive

A shattered heart none could see;

And then he gulps down, the last drink,

Harnessing his fury, he gallops on his horse

To a far, a very far land,

Where he could easily cry

Far away from where no one could see,

Yet his soul suffers, urges a return,

Looking deep into his lonely heart, he sees,

A disgraceful life;

An instance he made of it,

And the rain comes falling down

Weakening the intoxication,

Revealing the real self, devastating the forged identity,
Fading away the fake smile gently…