I hidden this for too long. Kept silent. How long can I endure? When will the veneer melt?
Would it matter any way?
The muscles grow tired, the mask grows weary.
The tar sticks so well.
the focus askew
another day gone
Would it matter any way?
The muscles grow tired, the mask grows weary.
The tar sticks so well.
the focus askew
another day gone
posted by Scarlet Sphinx at 9:12 AM
2 Comments:
~Scarlet~
"Oh, tis but a thin veneer that separates us from the black, squalling, noisome thing within.."
-adapted from Howardian themes
the more we suppress it, the more control needed and greater the toll it exacts upon psyche.
one way is to release it trickle by trickle..beware the bursting of dams though!
Amen to that Sol!
Agreeable...indeed... beware the bursting dams.
I love your poetry Sphinx... absolutely love it. :-) Thank you for including me in your links. Your support is a gem to me and my path. Thank you for the warmth and kindness on my dark path.
-AW
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