Dirty Laundry

The inner scars we hide in shame,
Afraid of what our peers may think,
We tend with superficial means,
With timely food, a puff or drink.

We drown our pain and memories
With bitter tasting beer or wine,
And close our eyes in the defeat
Of hope, we readily consign.

We cannot think, it hurts too much,
We numb our hearts to grief and fear,
And so it is we soak the night
In soothing suds of liquid cheer.

9 thoughts on “Dirty Laundry

  1. OK, you are SCARILY prolific!

    1. Riddles don’t count except as exercise. 🙂

      1. You’re still letting your imagination loose, like a horse free from it’s reigns, and it’s awe inspiring how different all your pieces are.

        1. …pats the teacher on the student’s head. 😀

          1. Stop it now, you’re being daft 🙂

              1. Lol, no no, no sad face! I was kidding! 🙂 That’s what the smile was for !!

  2. I love that! I can defiantly relate!

    1. Some of us get dirtier than others. 😉

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