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Mask

Contributed by jessb3 on Saturday, 19th September 2009 @ 07:16:10 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



I wear a mask upon my face
And on it there’s a grin
It’s there to show the outside world
That I don’t think of him

And even when the day is done
And I am home at last
I don't want friends to see me sad
So I still wear the mask

It's not until the night-time comes
When I head off to bed
That I decide that now it's safe
To take it from my head

I hear it as it hits the floor
I feel as if I'm free
And then I turn the light switch off
So darkness swallows me

I slowly climb into my bed
I try to settle down
I clasp my hands across my chest
The grin is now a frown

I feel the memories smother me
And God knows how I try
To stop the sadness breaking in
But still it makes me cry

The rivers trickle down my face
They're cooling as they flow
They leave a stain upon my cheeks
A stain that will not show

Then when the well is all dried up
I start to feel relief
I heave a sigh and close my eyes
For now, there's no more grief




Copyright © jessb3 ... [ 2009-09-19 19:16:10]
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Re: Mask (User Rating: 1 )
by TsunamiWaverider on Saturday, 19th September 2009 @ 09:08:45 PM AEST
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You and me write in similar styles Jess....maybe that's why i like this so much!! LOL
Seriously though, it was well written, flowed smoothly, said everthing that needed to be said, ended nicely. Can't rate it a 6 as it only goes up to a 5 - nicely done.
Cheers, John.


Re: Mask (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyRose on Sunday, 20th September 2009 @ 08:48:33 AM AEST
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indeed this was well written........nice to read also the way it all flows together......




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