wRonG sKieS

There is a quietness to it now
...the grief
It settles in places you'd not
think to look
The slight vagueness
concealed
Behind so tired eyes
A slowness of steps
That follow paths in wRonG
sKieS

A lack of conviction in smiles
that hide lies
The camouflage coughs that
disguise silent cries, and
That so heavy bag of
unbearable weight
Which drags the soul down to
a shuffling gait

No longer a forcefield, it is
A monster on guard
It is carried in stillness like a
babe
In weak arms

It is nursed in the darkness
Suckles tears for a balm
In terrified reverence
To keep the thing calm
In the stillness
In the silence where
It's teeth do most harm

M Price 25/12/20

Judd 1988-2020 💔

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