Ultimately, between lip-bitting, lips trembling escape tiny gasps.
Those tiny wisps of cotton-looking pleasure you're trying so hard to reach,
As another harsh life lesson life attempts to teach.
They will fall, let them fall, surely they must end.
The question we're often crippled by is 'but when??'
Dry pillows -I know that's all that you want,
To escape the feeling of pain that constantly haunts,
Taunts, pecking at your shell, penetrating your core,
The hacking sobs leaving your once strong muscles sore.
Will the darkness not come to hide these tears to usher me into the sleep of blissful oblvion?
'Til morning arrives and the mask I must once more dorn.
Must it come though? morning light, to challenge my growing skills of deceipt.
You see me smiling but wet pillows are my receipt.
(From the anthology "The Voice" by yours truly)
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