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How long will it take to notice—
For someone to look and see—
That my carat smile has been tarnished?
If I must shatter my soul
For anyone to recognize
Then that shall be the last time I fall.
Your façade injures my bones
And the muscles in my body are torn by your words.
But, I would rather hear you than be alone.
I will pretend along with you—
As you take your final bow.
I'll smile and nod as you leave too.
The tears will not make a path
And my trembling will falter.
For I have escaped pain's wrath.
There is a numbing within my chest;
A solid force that condemns the aching.
It shields me from bouts of distress.
The pretense has solidified
And I refuse to shake from the core.
By strength my loyalty will be testified.
Even if I must place the mask over my eyes
And paint a smile beside my lips
I would rather pretend than meet my demise.
Atrocious are the methods we keep to survive
And the trust we place within vulnerability.
For when reality creeps in we take a backwards dive.
This costume has me floating—
Way below the ground.
And when the nose comes off I am still in this bad dream.
But I am living within it
Comfortably.
And I am settling into my own furnished pit.
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Hope in the Mourning
PoetryCOMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
