the B and B

Stuck between bravado
And bravura
Bravura and bravado
Days roll by
Until an unwelcome
Intruder sneaks inside

Light manages to seep
… Through chinks and cracks
And crannies, my fears
Too have edged in pushing
Aside my B and B
Living on tenterhooks
I wait for the axe to fall

It is funny how the
Mind expects the worst
And builds up fears
All the while praying
For and hoping
for the best


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