"Happy Easter" we all say;
what a marvelous, joyful day.
you see that's what it claims to be,
and that's what the naked eye shall see.
yet no one can see the pain they hide,
the fighting and screaming and crying inside.
an awful relapse on this holy day;
"Happy Easter" we all say
c.d.
a/n: I was inspired to write this poem after I saw a depressing quote while I was scrolling through Tumblr on Easter. It occurred to me that not everyone is always in a situation where they can enjoy their Easter.
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1:46 a.m.
PoesíaA collection of poems, most written at extremely late, or should I say extremely early, times of the day, when my mind can truly bleed its thoughts onto paper.
