Envy Not The Moon

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Envy Not The Moon (Silence)
By: Sean Carty (2007)

Silence cannot win her back,
But words are not the things I lack,
It’s something more but something black.

I try, I cry, I hide, I lie,
I say that all is fine but I,
I actually just want to die.

A pull, a push, my mind is torn.
“A silver rose, a bloody thorn,”
And yet to silence I am sworn.

They laugh, they prod, they laugh, they kill,
For pain in me is what the fill,
And so my scream, so soft yet shrill.

Victimized and villianized,
Given up on, cauterized,
Giving up and galvanized.

Sight is pain and hearing hurts,
“You’re one of us, a deadly flirt,”
So ‘scuse me if I’m slightly curt.

Her beauty serves but to remind,
Her form so perfect, curved and lined,
It’s justice here cannot be rhymed.

And yet I’ve tried so many days,
So many times, so many ways,
To convince her of her beauty-fey.

Eyes like gems and face like moonlight,
Smile bright: my world’s alight,
But recent frowns: a drowning plight.

Her happiness just isn’t me,
My pain a prison, but she is free,
And so I enter this silent plea:

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