Day Sixty-Three: Undated Old Poem "Perpetual Emotion"

I couldn't do it another day in a row.  The content of my early March entries thus far is trash.  So I am going to pull out an undated poem to break up this cluster of subpar drivel.  This poem is really old.  I might have posted it before, somewhere.  I don't know.  I'm depressing my current self with my past self right now.  Hopefully I can turn things around over the next few days.  If not, I'm going to have to come back to this when I am feeling stronger and more confident.  😅

Look at the faces

See the radiant smiles

Covering the deepening frowns

See the twinkling eyes

Hiding old and new tears

See the innocent expressions 

Darkened by the knowledge of sin

Listen to the voices

Hear the boisterous laughter

Tinged with malignant malice

Hear the lighthearted happiness

With a hint of terminal anger

Hear the sweet whispered promises

Over the cry of now broken ones

Now sniff the air

Smell the perfumed lady

Her natural scent of pain

Smell the crisp, cool clean

Underneath is sickness

Smell the fragrant flowers

Mingling with the stench of death

Sample the elements

Taste the solid earth

And gulp the open air

Taste the sobering rain

And then digest dry land

Taste the burning fire

And swallow frozen ice

Finally, touch the world

Feel the beating hearts

Of young and old alike

Feel the rhythmic breathing

Of the world, a living being

Feel the soothing, striking motion

Of perpetual emotion