And the Devil laughs

” Are you ok?”

What a treacherous question

when despondent distortion

is at play

by a mind dedicated

to the contortion

of good intentions.

“Are you ok?”

What should I say?

Do you actually care?

Or are you just aware

of the discomfort

of my depressive stilt

that causes you guilt?

“Are you ok?”

It’s better I tell

you to just go away,

because I’m in Hell

and I want company.

It’s not morbid maliciousness;

It’s a genuine longing

of my lonely consciousness

for a hand to hold

as I choke on these cold

tears of despair.

But it’s not a simple task,

and it’s too selfish to ask,

so I’ll smile and say,

“Yes, I’m ok”.

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