"With a smile carved on, like a statue" By Ben Goode 2019 (c)

Grinding my mind, like a sand paper wheel, 
The niggling frustrations grow. 
A strangling vine of the mundane. 
Nothing remedial. 
I exist, as if I was nothing.
Apparently unseen, and unrecognized.
With powers of invisibility, that I never knew?

The nagging song of repetitiveness.
And the haunting echoes of despair.  
Hollow and lost. 
Rules laid down with irregularity.
What hypocrites! 
Who play the same part?
Dozing off in their ignorance. 

And life seems as if it were a chore. 
Overwhelmed by the poignant metaphorical debts. 
It's enough to make anyone irresolute! 
"Invigorate thy emotions. Embellish all disparity. 
Detach misconception." 
With a smile carved on, like a statue.