Pain Behind the Red Curtain

 Pain Behind the Red Curtain


The happiness of the innocent child,
Is very scarce and mild.
The promised golden youth, wasted,
For now pain they have tasted.

Staring lifelessly at the evil screen,
Destroying their hope and dream.
What choice do they have but to scream,
In agony and loneliness?

They have no choice but to see what they lacked,
Their will is crushed and brains hacked.
The abyss of loneliness grows fast,
Soon another ship shows its mast.

A sign of hope from afar!
Loneliness now begins to scar.
The one and only true rival of loneliness,
The answer is love with all fairness.

Love burns like a flame,
It can warm you or burn you.
Pride is forgotten and sets in truth and shame.
Oh, what a malicious game.

Bit by bit love takes you over,
Making you none less than a deplorable drover.
Pushing you down the abyss even further,
And now the retribution arrives much sooner.

A devil does not dress as the prince of hell,
It dresses as everything you ever wanted.
The devil pushes you down into grief's well,
Until you hit the water of regret.

The cool water alarms and frightens you,
Until you see everything in reality's hue.
You realize tears are a hinder to your vision,
And realize your true mission.

So now you take a stand,
And be certain.
Yet no one truly understands,
The pain behind the curtain.

- Varun Dass 
"A man with love faces the risk of falling into hate." 

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