I was sitting on my bed
Reading Sylvia again
Crying to Sylvia
Complaining to Sylvia
Asking Sylvia
When does all this turmoil end
I can't bloom, burst and blaze
Like Sylvia
I can only burn, bleed and blaze
In the midst of all these thoughts
A soft knock penetrated
The thick depression
I gave a grunt saying
"Not now Mother"
But my ears found the
Blissful words of Michael
Who pushed the door open
And stared into my
Scared
Tearful
Hated
Black
Eyes.
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Escapism
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