Oh why doesn't the pain leave me be?
Why do my thoughts not abandon me?
On my face not a spontaneous smile
has for so long ever carved a line
as to lift my soul above this bottomless
pit of despair and pathetic lies.
I wear my mask so no one can see
the abominable creature trapped inside of me.
I close my eyes to hide my faith,
like the ostrich it's head before a perilous enemy.
I am whatever they want me to be.
I see whatever they want me to see.
I am the cry of silence, so deep and imperceptible.
No one can hear, no one knows it's there.
I am a foe to the many, a failure to the most,
a useless hazard to some, an underachiever for someone.
I am....No I was! A creature of creation, come
to this earth like everyone.
With a need for love, for shelter and acceptance.
I bare no bundle of strength nor power,
no thirst for conquest, nor greed to gather.
I've done my sentence and paid my dues
to mankind's selfish deity of pitiless doom.
I ask, now, to be given leave
from this dwelling of shallow hearts,
to take my place amongst those who have past.
I bid my farewell to those that shall want,
to the meek I have served and the humble whom
I cherish and are everlasting light.
- Author: Carmine Branco ( Offline)
- Published: March 29th, 2018 20:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Life is like a play. Everyone wears a different mask. But when the curtains shut, we are naked to ourselves.
- Category: Sad
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