Monday, July 17, 2017
Behind a Wall
Stop bringing me pleas
From backstabbing tears
In world full of fears
Brought by long and dreadful years.
Your seas are calmed by anger
Finding joy within my restlessness,
And I know not to find your truth
Not hidden but blatantly helpless.
I’ve resigned to the ghost of you
I have lived long enough to lose
And though one can assume such misery
It is not, but finding joy in the noose
Rainbow screens through cold glass
Grown accustomed to the fuss
Hiding a dark, scary world
And a mind that sores at last.
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