A Double-Edged Sword
Love and hurt
pain and care.
A slap to the face,
doesn't touch a hair.
Love and hate
walk hand in hand,
a constant
spread across this small land.
Constricting choke hold
round throats of innocents;
a simper of the bold,
the weak remain silent.
Hiding behind masks of love
frightened into corners of lies,
drowning in the sea from above
This is for my own good - though I despise
Acting the enemy
suffocating your loved one.
The realm of waking is a double-edged sword.
I wish for escape.