A respite from the world
To the throes of my pillow I go
Nestled in darkness, and eyes shut with peace
What the morning will bring who's to know?
Oh, to scoff at a man with the world in his chest
And a bevy of tears tucked away
An arrogant smite by a luster less
jewel breaks the levee which holds me at bay.
With an ever so subtle whisper of truth
they see through my waning charade
The lack luster jewel shines bright in my heart
but martyred in shadows they stay.
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