The mask serenity was placed
and tightened with resolve,
to hide the truth of grief and fear;
all doubt to be dissolved.

It settled into place so neat,
that none could ever see,
the hell which roiled internally;
the pain of being me.

How easily they did believe,
how quickly were they fooled,
and so was I in mirrored shock;
the image long would hold.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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1 Response to Mask

  1. Waltermarks says:

    It’s hard to wear that mask when you’re terrified. Sometimes it’s not a good idea. God bless you.

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