To Bare my Soul (poem)

Four years ago

a friend in a trance said,

“I see the man among you,

hidden behind a facade.”

It's a lovely facade though,

painted with calm passion and witty humor,

built with fictions and stoicism,

its foundations made of fear.

But if you hear closely,

you can hear something banging on it,

a soul crying out for help,

and the ferocious cackling of flames.

You can't see what's happening,

so I'll enlighten you.

The foundations of the facade are burning,

no match for those divine flames.

A life led by fear

is a life of eternal loneliness.

This facade hasn't protected me,

it's destroyed me.

That is why I bang on the facade,

my body engulfed with orange-red flames,

calling out for other to come.

Tonight I bare my soul.

-Zero