The Blue Mist (poem)

[Trisha Lilly Hibbert]

The blue mist.

 

The morning comes and I choose my face,

Happy, crazy, bored or lonely.

They all have they’re place.

 

At work I put on a happy guises,

I sing and dance.

All whilst the chicken flies.

At home my room it’s shows your there, 

It’s a royal mess I fight to keep clear.

I know it’ll be the same in a few days anyway.

 

I can see you there sitting in the corner.

Laughing at me as I despair. 

You’re an ugly beast, 

Why do you haunt me? 

 

Just leave me be and saves my tears,

I don’t want to break anything. 

Please leave me be and save my tears.

I’m begging thee to disappear.

 

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