Cherished pain

 

Getting together, can be foretold
as a sure sign of, breaking apart.
Smoke surrounds and blinds us,
the smoke of love,
what we take as sweet mist.

Truth be told, affections fade.
The moonlight can only, last for too long.
The curtains fall and the lights go out.
The actors left, backstage to rot.

And yet time gives, the liberty to forget.
Pain buried aside, courage is on the rise,
to set feet on stage again.
A stage littered with shining glass.

The audience has come, for another show.
To laugh and to curse, their performances behold.
It is one performance, where the cast is bound,
in terrible chains. And yet they smile,
caressing their manacles.
To get freed and most certainly,
foolish as they are, get bound again.

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