Your Charade

Each night ticks on

A moonless glint

And you’ve given them

All but a hint

A pile of dust

A strand of hair

Your rampant emotions

You’ll all but share

“They wouldn’t care”

Your brain thinks on

An unread text

A sleepless dawn

They call your name

And here you sit

Your room so dark

And yet you fit

A speck of light

Dimmed by fate

A life you’ve grown

To all but hate

You’ll run right back

A smile to fade

That’s how you keep

This mindless charade

A ing wave

A greeting hug

Just tell them all

The hole you’ve dug

The day post next

You’ll hear its call

It begs your life

To finally fall

Too late for sorry

Too short for help

And here you are

A fleeting yelp

So tight it burns

Your vision fades

And those will be

Your last charades