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Jan 28, 2009
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Masking Me Uncaringly
Mask that unfortunately,
is masking me,
holding me inside of myself.
Keeping me locked up,
never to have the key,
to set myself free from me.
Broken, just shattered,
I cried there,
I laid there in that blood,
that mask my heart,
with heartless intentions.
Beaten, withered,
to my weary core,
no hope, no love.
I have wasted away myself,
became a distant figurine,
even in my only little world.
Mask that uncaringly,
cares for me,
does it help or hurt?
Maybe keeping me the keepsake,
is the only way to keep myself safe.
is masking me,
holding me inside of myself.
Keeping me locked up,
never to have the key,
to set myself free from me.
Broken, just shattered,
I cried there,
I laid there in that blood,
that mask my heart,
with heartless intentions.
Beaten, withered,
to my weary core,
no hope, no love.
I have wasted away myself,
became a distant figurine,
even in my only little world.
Mask that uncaringly,
cares for me,
does it help or hurt?
Maybe keeping me the keepsake,
is the only way to keep myself safe.
Comments
W.C.Wampler
17 years 3 months ago
the Mask poem