So many piling anguish on this fragile heart.
I speak of pain like a historian well versed on stories of broken love,
Alas narrating of a budding dream bereft of a happy ending to provoke lasting romance.
Smiling spontaneously yet Conveying exuberant emotions like a pious preacher determined to gain fellowship.
Caught between pain and freedom,memories cutting fresh wounds and telling repeatedly of the hardship to open doors of relief.

So many gripping vices loosening their hold in my drunken rumbling..
Tethered to a past that is replaying similar scenes with different scripts to keep the pain emerging shelving hope.

A pantomime performance with hilarious moments to fuel laughter yet conveying a series of emotional truth with dexterous abstract;
A perceived act of entertainment with a sound track of building applause hiding agony in comedy..

A ramshackled building reconstructed to endure the burden of history on reinforced strength and rotting foundation. I am a Trojan horse offering peace crafted with majestic skill worthy of praise.
Yet l suffer wrathful nightmares terrorising the night with unimaginable horrors turning cheerful voices into pleading screams as my heart crumble and sanity bleed pools.

I am drunkard sipping on expensive poison for peaceful slumbers lost in the bliss of trading youthful glow for temporary oblivion.
A harlot in the shadow lost in the frolics of pleasure to lure a sailor's pocket enduring bruising hands illuminating evidence of brutality in daylight...