Struggle Under The Weight…

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Surrounded by love…
As he sits in his chair…

Feels their warmth of affection…
Yet there’s a chill in the air…

One only he can feel…
A guilt laced iced dart…

Piercing through his defences…
And straight into his heart…

Keeping him grounded…
Reminding of dark times…

That the mask that he wears…
Still hides his old crimes…

And he knows the veneer…
Is so fragile, so very thin…

It could shatter anytime…
And his demons will win…

Leave him pleading for mercy…
So open and exposed…

And afraid of their judgement…
For sins committed in shadows…

His secret dark double life…
The snake tattooed on his back…

A permanent inked reminder…
Of a time etched in black…

Where his actions and deeds…
Sit like a crown of thorns…

Wrapping his heart in chains…
Tainted by the devil’s horns…

Always clouding his vision…
Always feeling their presence…

He knows this is never ending…
It will be a life sentence…

And as he quietly sits there…
Feeling such a fucking fraud…

Locked in his mental prison…
His soul damned and flawed…

Watching their smiling faces…
Filled with love and with trust…

His guilt gains extra burden…
Under the weight, he is crushed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Truth is a Beautiful Thing” By London Grammar