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Masks

March 31, 2013
By Daedalus1 BRONZE, Biddeford, Maine
Daedalus1 BRONZE, Biddeford, Maine
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From the shadows of their lies
I see the blindness of their eyes
The covered face
The hiding place
A drowning jar...of horrid cries

They wear the mask with crooked grins
Never to reveal their wicked sins
Or some sorrow
For tomorrow
I take the doll and add more pins


The author's comments:
I'm not really sure what inspired this poem, but I attempted to interpret my feelings for two-faced people or people with something to hide, whether it's their own pain or their wickedness.

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