The mask that I placed upon my face,
Thoroughly hid my own reflection.
I Scarcely knew who stared back at me
When I peered into the silvery depths.
Time passed, moments went into memory.
Stark realities faded into the ether,
As burned images became ephemeral;
Archaic, ages slipping into the sands.
Did I know Joy, primal and lush?
Overzealously etching, creasing;
Stretching into boisterous laughter,
Of smiles not drawn by paint and brush?
Was my anger fervent, and unyielding?
Fiercely burning in the coals of my soul;
Creeping, crawling along my veins
Setting my heart ablaze with passion?
Stare now at the mask worn and cracked,
Marred by the slow ebbing of time.
So firmly attached; it digs into my skin;
Did I ever have a face of my own?
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