Sparta

 

like the spartan boy who does not cry

even when the fox eats him alive

I nurse my pain, hide it inside

it feels so useless to explain

or even cry

 

as the fox gnaws at my vitals

I step outside my haven, put on a face

fake my way through yet another day

no one needs to see me cry

or try to explain

 

 

Copyright May 2017

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