The Prince Of Darkness

The Prince Of Darkness

He hardly speaks to anyone

And his silence is nicely done

 

He hides his likes, loves, needs

None are aware of all his deeds

 

His simplicity confuses some

Lazy thinkers say he’s dumb

 

He looks as if perpetually sad

A mark of the times he’s had

 

Acquaintances  think he is cool

Yet, his mind isn’t under his rule

 

It wanders aimlessly in dark alleys

Emotions up hills, down valleys

 

Negative to the point of harm

Right behind a veneer of calm

 

 Smiles barely disguise defeatism

Perceptions show a deep schism

 

Hearty laughs never lasting long

Hiding an endless gloomy song

 

Can something let in the sun?

Or will it have to be someone?

 

Alluring but at what cost?

Is the charm worth a life lost?

 

 

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Nitin Menon
An O.Henry fan (The Last Leaf, The Gift of the Magi).

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