Hiding our faces, we choose who we are; living the lies, stricken so far. We know not of what is to come- a lowly burn from a shallow numb.
Masquerade By: Adam M. Snow
Hiding our faces, we choose who we are; living the lies, stricken so far. We know not of what is to come- a lowly burn from a shallow numb. We dance around this world so dark, living now these lives embark. We hide our face with the mask we wear, afraid of life and unaware of the melody life can bring and the joy of newborn spring. Why must we hide from ourselves; driven into grave delves? But what do we hide from, that or less to come; misery or love or life alone? As common as it is unknown. Why must we hide? If not we feel it inside from truth of thousand lies; we hide our soul our eyes.
Beautiful, so raw and true. For what ever the reason our masks are in place, there is one common denominator...fear. There is not enough air to beathe behind such masks, dulling our senses. The last verse was to be held most high, for the beauty so unknown is so terribly sad to miss. Lovely, lovely write!
So true. We shouldn't have to hide out faces just because people don't like what they see on the inside. We should always try and be ourselves if possible. Never deny who we are because whoever we are and for whatever reason we're that person, we'll always find someone who's willing to accept us for who we are. I like the emotions expressed in this poem. It give the reader and I a sense of mystery and slight hatred for who we are. Nice job.
Beautiful, so raw and true. For what ever the reason our masks are in place, there is one common denominator...fear. There is not enough air to beathe behind such masks, dulling our senses. The last verse was to be held most high, for the beauty so unknown is so terribly sad to miss. Lovely, lovely write!
"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow
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