Past This Madness
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A placebo and panacea,
hope, numbs the pain it can't take away.
But anxieties quickly return
when subjected to the games you play.
Love's magic is indisputable;
but only if it was meant to be.
For lodged deep in my heart like a stone,
doubt's massive weight's slowly crushing me.
Dreams and fantasies start to erode,
exposed to lies and corrosive fears.
And passion's flickering flame dies,
doused by a deluge of bitter tears.
I'm tired of donning a phony smile,
to mask my perpetual sadness.
And although there's no instant relief;
time vows to take me past this madness.
(Quatrain)
6/8/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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