With envy's bile, my heart conceals its jealousy,
While silently, I cloak my pretend harmony.
Within, unhealed wounds persist without respite,
A haunting void that lingers, forever in sight.
Daily, tears entice release from this dark shroud,
As demons taunt, denying peaceful rest bestowed.
Yet I await that cherished moment to find solace's trace,
To mend my shattered spirit, with grace interlaced.
© Shimotopoems