It’s the bitter taste 
that lies on the surface 
of the unknowns that 
wrestle behind fear
It’s the truth that waits
while you try to sleep
when you need morning to come
its the vision that you created
on a timeline that’ll never change 
as long as you’re not happy 
allowing joy to be stolen
by make believe grief 
it’s that old bad so-called friend
that you can’t quiet close the door on 
no matter how hard you try