The Mask

The Mask

A Poem by paleshadeofwhite

A woman stands before a mirror, paint the mask the world want's to see.
Avoid the steps, precaution taken, no time to spare.
Watch the scale, commercial appears, you can look beautiful too.
With fall comes the falling of leaves ...and passions that ignite like fire.
Fall to flatter with every outcome, till nights sparkle shines away.
A night can move fast or slow, as time allows it to.
Tick Tock! Tick Tock! you freeze, and stare at the clock, time stops!
The mask comes off, and free you are once again.

© 2014 paleshadeofwhite



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Added on December 4, 2014
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paleshadeofwhite
paleshadeofwhite

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I capture moments in time through poetry; they are drawn from all periods of my distinguished life. The works are blended with mysticism, magick, spirituality, and dramatic style. With vibrant images .. more..

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