painting with words / poetryspags running loose

[Ari]

Every day, I do my horrid bit...
In a matter which they deem fit,
and put on that smile,
at least for a while.

Every day, I throw those pies...
And tell myself the sweetest lies,
how everything, is oh so fine,
how tomorrow, the sun will shine.

Every day, I wear that mask...
Bend over and just do what they ask,
but deep inside I can clearly see,
that I was meant to be free.


Every night, I talk to my bottled friend...
So I can briefly, find an end,
to the grinding madness which dwells,
within the thunderous morning bells.

Every night, I just pour it down my throat...
Until late at night, I soundly float
above my sunken dreams,
which hang from the sky on silver beams.

Every night, I fall asleep...
just before I can make that final leap,
Then it seems, all was in vain,
for I wake up, into my nightmare again.

[Honey]

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