Just when about to drop back into
One of those silent and personal adventures
Of sleep,
A call comes from deep within.
Nothing can explain desertion
Nor can anything erase those memories
For they withdraw and creep back
At an unguarded moment,
Only to taunt you with something
Which you have no power to cherish
Nor ignore!
Lest anyone see the tears,
You smile,
But who to decieve,
Whose affection to gain!
All those pain forlorn
Drains without comfort and
Leaves behind a numbness.
I sorrow,I swear,I conceal,I long
And all along,I drift
To where I do not belong-
Nor understand or seek.