Living with the Lie

Living with the Lie

Within the walls of my illusion

in my coat of many colours,

I felt the need for silence and solitude.


Beneath the weight of expectations

I bend… but never break.
Warm winds blow through my life…

It’s the cold ones that always spring to mind.

I heard a mockingbird sing out of tune,

felt again, a cold wind.
Waiting for understanding,

for you to penetrate my gloom;

visit my melancholy.

I wear hope on my sleeve;

a badge of atonement.

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