Retreat as far into yourself as you can go.
You can’t hide the truth from yourself.
Delude yourself with denials and lies.
But in your heart you know the truth.
Hide behind the flimsy curtain of your world.
But you cannot block out the sounds of the living.
Close your eyes but the wreckage is still there.
The remains of your life.
Yes; you built your world up again and it tumbled down.
Build it up again.
Yes; it will hurt.
But in the end what else is there to do?
Distract yourself from the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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