Within the silence doth my echo resound

In the echo-filled vale, my heart crumbles each dawn,
Deception, her joy in blind eyes, a role-play drawn.
One enacts jubilation, veiling discontent‘s dance,
Cunningly concealing within the golden realm of circumstance.
I’m aware, this spirit in desperate throes,
Striving to dissolve ‘neath worldly tumult, where sunlight glows.