Mocking Bliss

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Laced within the melody,

A sickness intertwines,

Hope for tomorrow echoes,

The self turns a blind eye.


Home is where friends are,

For family is not blood.

Not to the soul that sings out

That it cannot wait to go home.


Soon, the rain will come with the season.

'Vacation' a word that is unfamiliar.

As the chorus breaches the atmosphere,

Clarity rings.


Emitting from the room is an elegant call for help.

Sobriety, never felt so agonizing, it seems to tell.

Oblivious is the one person who is exposed to these cries the most.

Lack of perception indicated that ignorance is true bliss.

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4.29.19

Inspired by 'Country Roads Take Me Home' by John Denver 

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