Past This Madness
A placebo and panacea,
hope, numbs the pain it can't take away.
But anxieties quickly return
when subjected to the games you play.
Love's magic is indisputable;
but only if it was meant to be.
And lodged deep in my heart like a stone,
doubt's massive weight's slowly crushing me.
Dreams and fantasies slowly erode,
exposed to lies and corrosive fears.
And passion's flickering flame dies;
doused by a deluge of bitter tears.
I'm tired of donning a phony smile,
to mask my perpetual sadness.
And although it’s not instant relief,
time vows to take me past this madness.
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