City square brightly lit
Hide the darkness of its heart
We admire its beauty and cleanliness
And are oblivious to its festering sores
Just like we believe the false smile
Plastered on the face of a lonely person
Think they are happy because we don’t look close enough
If we take the time to really see
We can perhaps spread balm on the open sores
In response to; Crimson Creative Challenge # 155
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The Reluctant Poet 