Not much
separates you and me,
A thin
curtain flowing in between,
Fighting for
long we have been.
I see your silhouette,
Acing the
misleading, “I’m fine”,
Hiding your
bruises in shouts of mine.
At
midnight, you see my shadow,
While wiping
the cold sweat off your brow,
As I express
the pain, on behalf of you.
I follow
you in your darkest dreams,
While you
hide my gifts, the dark circles,
Artfully with
your concealing creams.
As the sun
rises,
In my arms,
you push your worries,
As you go
about enjoying life’s cherries.
Once again,
I recede behind the flowing curtain,
Accepting that
my suffocation is certain,
Until the
next midnight when I find you alone.
You want to
banish me with a pill,
But return I
will,
Until you
become civil.
Civil with
your troubles,
Till you
don’t hide me in the shambles
Of your
mind while you play life’s next gambles.
Very well expressed..so good..keep it up👍👍👌😊
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