Beneath the Cloak

We all have our cloaks, this is mine, what's beneath yours?

Beneath the cloak a mystery hides,
Hidden by hatred, and shrouded in lies,
Beneath the cloak a human hides,
Cruel, but not heartless, a soul still resides,
Beneath the cloak a child hides,
Sick of the world, and of his disguise,
Beneath the cloak a Wayward soul hides,
Not all who wander are lost, he still finds,
Now unclasp your cloak, and see what's inside.

Reviews

[KT-B]

Well done again, if this is an interpretation of yourself it shows (in my humble opinion anyway) that you are hurt and confused by the state of the world (like who isn't) and maybe it gets too much at times - best wishes

[Wayward Soul]

this is a poem I wrote about myself, but I feel im not the only person who feels like this.

[Angel of the devil]

this is amazing. i like it! ;)

[C. Rose]

I like the distinction of "cruel not heartless"

I don't understand how "not all who wander are lost" is tied in to the general theme of none of us are saints and we hide that.

I like that you use cloak instead of the more common mask.

[Wayward Soul]

this poem is me, and I personally find that no matter how far from sainthood I find myself I'm never completely lost in the darkness, that's what it means for me, but feel free to interpret it your own way.