When the blues hit,

And the smiles are almost true.

 

The tiniest crack appears,

 revealing the storm within.

 But I still sail through…
The dawn is drawing close,
The dusk threatens to be gnawing…
The night holds the demon
Can we skip this one time
Skip it this time, utters a blur
So I lock those lids soaking the warmth of the sun.
With eyes wide shut, and the seeping daylight,
My demons that hunt, shall run in fright!
 With a smile on, a burnished  daystar by my side,
Solemn shades of skies pledge to hide,
The breeze in my hair will now sing, not weep
Keeping it together is the promise I shall keep…