“Masks”

People wear many different masks for many different reasons.  Does the man make the masks or do the masks make the man?

 

The Artist

Your brush of pain

A lash of red

The color bleeds

Stains your hue-less heart

 

The Magician

Faceless you lie without lips

To see is to believe

Blindfold me

You are the illusion

 

The Lover

Lips like starshine

Pull me to darkness

Suck my breath away

Feed your soul

 

The Child

Fears no consequence

Toys left broken on the floor

Playtime is over

No one to love you anymore

 

 

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