Price of birth

Devoid of romance
I drift apart.
Mimicking my joy
To mask my pain.
Never ending this game
Of avoidance.

All we do is dance in silence,
Turning around at every corner
To watch whose pain is bigger.

Dissolution never ends
And all we need to have is faith.
Faith in our own mortality
That comes at the price of birth.


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