There is a grim reality

There is a grim reality
To life’s obscenities,
Lying in this barren bed
In the half light of the world
And nothing said.

She is a ball of tangled wool
Hoping that somehow
He can unpick the subtle complexities
Of demons that reside
Deep within her mysteries.

And he with his fragile mind
Knowing nothing of the undercurrents
That sweep him along this treacherous path.
Blundering through the subtleties
Afraid and alone in his silence
Lest the world sees him
For what he is.


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