Familiar
Familiar is the rain
just as familiar is this pain.
Familiar of being open and raw.
Familiar of just feeling blah.
Familiar of hiding away
and familiar of holding at bay
the panic and fear
of you NOT being here.
Familiar of having no life.
Familiar is all this strife.
I thought it went away
when love found me that day.
With the words that you utter
I find myself slipping into the gutter.
Losing the hope and glow
that used to never flow.
So here comes the familiar mask
that makes no one ask
what is the matter
just so I do not have to chatter.
I can still smile
yet there is no guile.
Nothing is in my eyes
Nothing, not even lies.
Was happy once,
Now feel I am a dunce.
This is what I get for being dumb.
I get to feel empty and numb.
This is just all too....familiar
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
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