Old Vineyard
Singing maniacally,
To cover all sadness.
Crying silently,
Wanting to drowned out the madness.
Hiding quietly,
Trying to mask the pain.
Pacing incessantly,
Careful to not go insane.
A playful attitude,
To shield off any unwanted grief.
The toughest dude,
If you don't think so, I'll bust your f****** teeth.
Babes so young,
Living way before their time.
Every screaming lung,
Hopeless cries, while walls we climb.
M. Lyn Church
January 13, 2013
Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016
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