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Memoir of a nightmare.




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.

 

 

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