Each morning starts with a sigh and groan

How many more hours until I’m back in the safety of sleep?

Protection from the anxious world

Start the day with reservations too deep

Keeping a smile buried under a cold face

Mask all the fear, desperation to be me one more

Don’t let anything show, not even a trace

Gone to far, now I’m seen as something cold

Something to be treated with disdain and dismay

All I want is to have it all back, the good, the old

But how do you get back what’s been caged in by concrete bricks?

To high and thick to be punched down

Turning back to my solitaire world is so much easier than this

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