Masquerade, Part I

Another oldie from my poetry files. This was written about four or five years ago.

Enjoy!


As I lay awake and
pray for sleep to come,
to take me over
I often wonder how
the heart so small
can carry so much.

I listen closely to the
hands of the clock
patiently tick along,
as if each turn was
its own burden to bear.

As the darkness embraces me
like the arms of a lover
I once knew,
I hope the world in its
joyous slumber won’t
hear my silent cry.

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