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THE POET'S MASK
I hide behind a bright orange mask
of joyful yellow, and white happiness.
But what many do not know,
is that the person behind that mask;
with soft feathers, owns a memory of cold snow
and a true face of Sorrow, Longing, and Fear.
Her face that holds of Fear,
Is a painful memory of a
horrid past, by year.
What once was a girl who
loved to look at the sun,
has disappeared from what one
person had done.
A girl who always smiled for tomorrow,
Now cries tears of Blood, Pain, and Sorrow.
For what she had done, it was nothing wrong,
But the girl did not know what That would become;
So she began to write a thousand songs.
Songs that depicted of Guilt;
Songs that described what she felt-
Untill one day, which when she matured,
Began to write Poems,
Of Love and Return.
She now writes Poems of love and Longing
As her heart resides to tell the truth,
of unknown passion and lost Timing.
The blood of her heart, is the ink
and mind of her gliding pen.
The ink that speaks of longing,
the words that tell of love,
All that seems to be remaining,
Is the love she holds,
For a man who remains Unknowing.
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Published 9th Mar 2012
| Edited 29th Sep 2016
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