September 1, 2010
By Achillink BRONZE, Swadlincote, Other
Achillink BRONZE, Swadlincote, Other
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Some wear masks with grinning mouths,
Well worn by years, to hide the tears,
Some wear masks so miserable they melt
Into the fabric of themselves,
Light moods are like the paint-
Stirring, mixing emotion so it’s felt.

Some wear masks that show the night,
A blank expanse made to entrance
Those squinting gazers looking for the stars.
But this dark mask has got a twin:
That mask of whitest angel’s wing.

Of course,
Some wear masks of clearest crystal
And are beautiful.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem while thinking about the appearances we give to others, often to hide how we truly feel.

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