In The Company of Shows


Sadness, by now our acquaintance has become kin
For each night before I sleep your voice I hear last as your arms wrap around me
Your faithfulness is indeed admirable
But your presence unbearable
Like the Raven your company though unrequested breaks the silence of loneliness
Abit distasteful though I must say
Your words are never of comfort and your stories keep my soul on edge
But then you are my friend
The one who bothers to tock me in at night and read my cynical heart to sleep
Reminding me that tomorrow could be better 
but today was indeed very sad.

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