My past has often

Hunted me down,

But with a timely humour,

Rose the inner clown;

I’ve faked a few smiles

With inexplicable ease,

None that’ve given me

Mere peace.

 

All by myself,

I see a true smile

Through a distant mile,

Perhaps it’s my own

That I had years ago disowned,

It’s adamant to cross

The unseen border,

And so am I,

A heart of anxiety

Lurks in the corner

As a catcher and a spy;

A part that I can say

Is unquestionably mine.

 

Over the years,

The shallow breaths,

And the fear of solitary death

Has eventually grown,

I’ve reaped what

I hadn’t voluntarily sown,

In my memory book

Are some pages forlorn,

For I was once and forever taken,

And shortly disowned.