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