No Face No face, Is not welcome in anyplace.
A mask to cover my blank head, So I do not lay In the wrong bed.
How many a man have you lent those eyes? I can see right through those lies.
Your Figure very tall, your face having all.
Envy is the man who owns not, And prideful is the man who is hot.
What a mind What a mind, One of a kind?
How may you breath such words? As if your guding the herds.
Not me no, Because I am the one you don't know.
Black sheep black sheep, Does not hear the normal call, With me to a palce you did haul.
Thats not all, thats not all.
On paper. on Paper.
You beg what I've heard, But inside is a boiling pot stirred.
One of no food ever tasted by man, Because that is a foolish foolish plan.
Give me silence and a trusted Friend, You'll find my defense little to fend.
To truly want my own opinion, It's stupid to ask, Because you'll find nothing but a mask.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2018 23:13
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Brilliant work, definitely left me in self reflect.
Thank you for reading,
I read your last few poems... It feels as though healing is happening
Yes, it is. And thank you for reading.
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