In my waking hours
I lulled the voice within
easily thru the din
I slowed my walk
to listen to the talk
In my waking hours
I numb my senses dull
drowning them in the mull
I close my eyes
to see the lies
In my waking hours
I shut the door
to my inner core
I offer a smile
to disguise the bile
In my waking hours
I moved in line
hoping to shine
Past my waking hours
I lay down my armour
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'In my waking hours I moved in line hoping to shine' Nice poem with optimistic view. Love it.