Bright lights

Keep it alive

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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