Bending to the curve of cheeks,
translucent in its smoky streaks...
the residue of yesterday
these sooted eyes portray.
Applied so softly over time,
my face is heavy with the grime.
What seemed to be alright before,
I can't take anymore.
You search my face, but can't get in.
My shadow mask slips through my skin.
A piece of me at last decayed
in sorrow's masquerade.
Comments
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This piece is amazing. I love the multiple references to masks, masquerade, but it is so clear that it is a strong metaphor. Fantastic. Especially that second stanza.... It rings clear of that point you come to when enough is enough and you know change has to come if life is to continue on and progress. Just beautiful a filled with strong pangs of maturity.
Carrie
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