Shyness

 

Is there life

after death?

Everyone asks,

but is there life

before death,

or is it something you lack.

It isn't that you bask 

in darkness

or only look upon bleak visions aghast,

but sometimes

it's hard to see happiness,

even when your

holding it within your grasp.

 

It's not that you only see

in shades of grey,

just that the world

seems painted that way.

Skewed, twisted, frayed,

afraid of affray

and arrays of bad days.

You sink into a maze

of darkening decay,

hiding your face.

 

It's not that you

enjoy feeling lonely,

but you find it hard

to hold your own,

when the crowd

are conversing,

when they see

the red flushing

cheeks sing,

in blushing irony.

Don't want to be seen,

so, I'll attain

a nice bright neon sheen,

that points an arrow directly at me,

at my heart,

a target for the pack

to pick apart.

 

 

 

 

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