Deliverance
The poet within, dwells on two things only,
The comedic mask, or the soul that's lonely.
Does one hide the sad, with jocular verse,
Or bare one's soul, as despair gets worse?
Does it help to keep, the black dog to heel,
Help banish demons, make one feel
That there is hope, that there is bliss?
Patient words awaiting, a lover's kiss.
Mine
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