Poetry Corner: Domestic

Hazelnut eyes and plain brown hair

No thousand mile gaze, just an eight mile stare

Add a smile to conceal your nightmare

Pretend smiles and a jocular air

Papering the cracks no one knows are there

Happiness? So preciously rare

In the dark of loneliness, no one to care

A book of memories barren and bare

No whispering maiden precious and fair

Just the punch of reality, the cut and the tear

Of your life you wish wasn’t there

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