Optimistic Pessimism ..

The tears dried up,
the souls not there,
I am a stone,
in an evergreen Fair !!

Rolled twice,
into a bottomless pit,
the injuries too deep,
and i can't be hit !!

The crust gone,
the inside hurts,
I cannot move on,
my mind blurts !!

Gathering strength,
is a thing of the past,
a flag flying low,
on its lonely mast !!

Pretence and masks,
flying all around,
roped and tethered,
bound to the ground !!

Hoping against hope,
that the wounds will heal,
and know for a fact,
that the fate is not sealed !!