Poetry

Masquerade

By 18th February 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

People look maybe like what they see, little knowing it’s not the real me
If only they could see behind the mask, a barrier from the world outside
“No way out” and “No way in”, just separation of insurmountable kind

I have fashioned a lock without shaping the key
Perhaps hoping one day they will find the real me
Why do I need this projection of self

Memory serves to remind me of trust
Of a time long ago when I shared deepest thoughts

“No”

Keep safe behind the mask, if it slips a bombardment of feelings will ensue
Buried by an avalanche of emotion gasping for air
Stay safe, don’t shape a new key, better they never know the real me

Richard Gildea

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