Masquerade by StormSage

Walking from room to room -
aimlessly, to my destination, no where;
Choosing to avoid all thoughts,
trying to deny that I care.

For if I were to admit
that I am human - I feel.
This hurt from which I run,
Would become all to real.

It is easier to pretend
that painless is this life I live,
each day that passes by spent
hoping that my strength will not give.

But for how long can I run,
from this pain that is so true?
How long can I masquerade,
The pain of missing you.

R.I.P. Karen

(C) Leanne Elliott.  27-Sept-03

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