Discrete
Weary depressed eyes
Hear that drowning sigh
Weary wonders far
Darkness feels on par
No one hears you call
Broken bitter gall
Discrete times fail quest
Rude shock does the rest
In your broken pain
Fake it well and plain
No one wants to know
How your pain can grow
Learn to hide your hurts
Know the plush of dirt
Bear the pains that taunt
Watch odd shadows haunt
Dare to live not fake
Bear mad give and take
Discrete as you come
Go with actual sum
Leon Enriquez
19 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
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