Self-Induced Ignorance is the Best Kind of Bliss

January 29, 2015

scream soft

smile bright

blind yourself with loving light

bask and sway for one more day

to hold the scream in tight

blooming flowers

choking weeds

blind the world with loving deeds

be the sun once day’s begun

but hide the growing needs

blissful day

haunting night

try your best to win the fight

you think at dawn the hurt is gone

but still it waits to bite

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