Sometimes I want to hide
Just go away deep down inside
Not knowing when
I may surface again.
Too many realities to face
Time is beginning to erase
To threaten to take from me
The people I care for deeply.
For now, the reaper is staled
Until another day he's called
I cannot stop his scythe
From taking each and every life.
But while they are still here
I plan to hold them dear
To keep them oh so near
And not let my fear
Keep me from making it clear,
"I Love YOU!"
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Happy Musings of my Inner Critic
PoetryI am on whole a very positive person. Most people who know would tend to agree. However, I have a little secret. I tend to argue, fight, and pout just about everyday with that little voice we all have in our heads. I refuse to be defeated by said an...
