Coated with war paint ridiculed with hair spray
Stringing breath to breath with sheer torture and pain
Smoldering with each step and constant medications
Yet hiding the grisly truth of my weak existence
Bleeding, smothering, terrifying my loved ones with smiles
Striving of survival well palpable in my tired and weak eyes
Perversity of denial written on x-rays and prescriptions
Hidden in reticence I grieve, fear of leaving overwhelmed
Is it time for me to plan a graceful departure from what I’ve known?
Or should I collect and glue the pieces of life lying there weakly sprawled?
I ask of the unheeding breeze smitten with regret where should my soul go?
Overrated hypocrisy in words I seek not anymore but I am not yet ready to let go…
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