I set my grief there,
I haven’t touched it-
I keep walking passed it,
Unopened

Quietly, sitting amongst
The paychecks and the bills
Set aside from vacations and cheap thrills,

I hear the creaking-
The weakening of restraints,
A demon I should release,
A risk I shouldn’t take.

I won’t.

Quietly, in the darkness,
I sing lullabies to the beast,
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