The Mask

On a sunny evening I bring you another fresh from the pen as it were. How many have you come upon who wear a mask to hide the inner being from those about. How many can tell The Mask from reality. Such forms the basis of todays poem.

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The Mask

The first to fall in line,
Bring the change on time,
Twisting fate along the road
Brings one to release the load.


Counting stars a thankless task
Without you behind the mask,
Hidden styles with wasted moments
Lost in a sea like rodents.


Your hidden rhymes become an art
That takes each rival to play the part.
The guise you wear still pays the fare
And leaves another without a prayer.


Wear the mask to hide your cares
A disguise within your inner affairs.
Bring the battle beyond the spine
To save thus or to bring to align.


©Pat Fitzgerald 2021

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