At Last
D eep inside my head I loom,
E ach day I feel a sense of doom.
P eace I cannot seem to find,
R each as I might through out my mind.
E ach day a herculean task,
S ome days I can't put on the mask.
S eemingly fine, "I'm good and well"
I say with a smile ,as I encounter hell.
O ne day I know this too shall pass,
N ot long until its over, at last.
Copyright © Kelvin Mc Laughlin | Year Posted 2015
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