People make fun of how “hard” life can be,

taking for granted reality.

No understanding or appreciating the restless nights,

kept awake by haunting and frights.

So much pain and terror lurking deep inside

no more darkness to run away and hide

Such a place exists far away from me

with happiness and romance, and unsurmounting bliss

if such even could exist

where would we begin?

Father from the farthest reaches

deeper than the depths

a darkness dwells on silent hills

where only this exhales.

Sleepy eyes and heavy hearts

to linger exposed

daunting in their unrelentless tasks juxtaposed

Smelling, touching, kissing tasting

such a think exists inside a hellish robe

A place you cannot miss.

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