Amy De guzman


A Real Falsity - Poem by Amy De guzman

Mask,
a thing we have to put on
to alienate ourselves
so to meet each other halfway

Perhaps this is the modern day
Riddle of the Sphinx
but how we both enjoy the play!

The inky black cloud gently spreading
Melancholy cuddled the earth
There's nowhere for us to play.

Darkness throw away our mask
We're left bare
but strangers..


Comments about A Real Falsity by Amy De guzman

  • Rookie - 52 Points Princess Lilypad (9/1/2013 5:53:00 AM)

    Interesting take on the hidden self. Masks are such wonderful metaphoric material. Your verse and verbiage superior! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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