The Smile is Tears in Disguise: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

Do you see this smile
Upon my face,
Blooming bright
Like a watered rose?

Do you observe from afar
The fire which burns in this smile;
How it spreads beyond
All reproach of darkness,
Marking the dark world
With numerous golden skylines?

Now, come closer to me,
Let our breaths resonate warmth,
Come nigh and then
Trace the wrinkles which embrace
The smile, remote from a distance,
And then feel with your prodding fingers,
The constant throbs which threaten,
To rip the smile apart.

Of a truth, no glow cuddles my smile,
Nor has the morning sun
Ever risen above it with its beauty.
The smile shields sadness
And locks it within like a prisoner.

And because of the push force
Of this red-hot sadness,
The thin wall of smile
Is continuously bombarded from within.

It is the fierce heat of this sadness,
Which fills the smile with wrinkles,
While its intensity and force
Give the smile a glow
Which makes it appear
As though it were blooming.