Don’t know how to take it
Can’t accept the ache
The second I try and face it
Almost crippled by its weight.

Can’t escape the thoughts
They’re everywhere I go
Push and put them off
They come in biting slow.

Now and then I falter
Let them all right in
And the thoughts upon my altar
Present a battle I can’t win.

So I laugh, and joke, and run
Try deny that they exist
Make their victory, come hard won
Vainly hoping time, might even, make them miss.

© Daniel Breslin