In deep dark caverns my thoughts are stored
Till the artist’s hand portrays them all
She dare not tell all that I feel
For I am she the hand that reveals


Amidst the chaos of my mind
All the thoughts that hide behind
The smile you see upon my face
Is just a mirage for the soul that ‘s displaced.


Long ago deep in sleep
My soul did depart
Leaving just a eerie trace
Of what was once a smiling face

author...Antoinette Basso