Unseen
I am at the end,
No one can see,
Bright , cheerful, loving, I be,
It's all fake,
That is the smoke screen I make,
If some relief doesn't come soon,
It may be all over by next noon,
I don't see a way out,
Oh my God, I just want to shout,
Help me please,
In time I want to freeze,
Even though it's my own doing,
I still want that cooing,
I just can't think,
It's all over in a blink.
Copyright © Donna Houser | Year Posted 2014
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