Disposable feeling

In the uncertainty of a night alone the voices are far too loud.
They scream and squeal and shout.

In the certainty of not knowing my soul becomes restless.
And a restless soul is seldom selfless.

The jealously invites the madness, the madness seduces pain.
And in all this sadness what am I to gain?

Torture me no more, leave my battered heart alone.
Strip me of all I should have thrown.

Although the agony tears my chest to shreds,
in all these words I lay my doubts to rest.

For to love is to suffer with a smile,
and even though the tears are flowing its only for a while.

 

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