Can't hide behind the Masks,
The marks,
the scars.
The bleeding
seedless pastures
of forgotten past...
Can't throw away this face,
the hate,
my fate.
This cage,
it rusts
from the tears i waste...
Can't give away my heart,
my marks,
the scars...
The bleeding,
seedless pastures
now wear my mask!!!
Author notes
All critics welcome
A contest entry
- thinkers, i want thinkers by HpWICKEDangel.
900 points, ended November 11, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
I like the bleeding, seedless pastures and the repetition of that phrase, and I like the tears that rust your mask. Great imagery.
congrats on your gold trophy.
-
awww thank you :-)
was totaly not expecting gold... thnx heaps... -
i liked how you kept with the prompt. it always seems like we are always hidden behind what we don't want others to see. and then all see it anyways. thanks for entering and good luck
Adding your comment:
