When the smiling mask removed
stiffened jaws by a forced laugh
at the end of every exhausting night
tongue like always swallow bitter
in back sore of the former lash by past
eyes only see the fog of thunderstorms in front
whole life as in the bottom of the rock cliff
a lifetime in grief prison.
Let the hypocrite say it’s okay
stuck in a maze of likes and hates
pay a mortgage debt that can not be paid off.
Those who are saturated in the illusion game
use the formula to say “no matter”
no matter to penetrate the stone
or jump high beyond the lip of sky.
Illustration by Albert Herdie – Digital painting from part of Life of the Cosmos series – No Matter.