Can’t hide behind the Masks
they no longer are able to cloak my lies,
the marks of sundown secrets
so hauntingly visible in the mind,
each having a ghostly voice
vomiting fiery images of guilt.
The scars ever burning
from dancing in mine field
where I played the puppet
to ghouls and vampires
sitting on thrones,
dangling their acid soaked string
around my neck.
Tired of the costumes that never fit,
wounds that never really heal,
digging a hole for the grave
where they’ll burying me alive
using a shovel rented
at the price of identity.
Walking out into the world
naked and vulnerable,
willing to bear the bruises
because the pain of bare honesty
is less agonizing
than the elegance of deception.
Author notes
Prompt: By contest host, HpWICKEDangel:
"Can't hide behind the Masks....
The marks...
the scars."
A contest entry
- thinkers, i want thinkers by HpWICKEDangel.
900 points, ended November 11, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a fatastic poem your emotions are brilliant and your imagery outstanding so amaxingly powerful good luck int he contest
maralisa
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"because the pain of bare honesty
is less agonizing
than the elegance of deception.
"
loved it. bravo!!!
this was so heart wrenching true. to know that the images came out of the words and danced for me. thanks for entering and good luck.
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Wow this is an awesome poem. Good luck in the contest, Im sure you killed my poem, lol. But give credit where it's due!
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Sometimes we can only hide for so long....
Great imagery, this was a fantastic poem
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