Pleasanties

Poem title: Pleasantries
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus November 15, 2018©

Dead voices of times past resurrect themselves giving mental chaos of times  present.
Now...
Silencing them is like trying to make quiet a massive crowd at a music concert. The desperate pleas to stop talking aren't heard over the noise of the chants and screams.

The voices utter

How many times have you tried and failed?
How many times have you had to start over?
Has anyone ever loved you ?

Seems to be the melody played daily to a conscious mind needing rest, hope, and love any love but yet not just ANY love. 

All the while a smile drapes across the face perfectly with perfection,  not a trace of the inner anguish present.

This comes with years of experience. The practice of wearing a mask which covers the unimaginable.

However, you can't conceal the longings of a heart which  everyday becomes increasingly readable.
Years of containing the unthinkable inside because, after all does anyone REALLY care right?

They offer their thoughts and prayers and go  with their own lives unaware of the slow inner death of thousands of smiling faces, the walking dead.