Bloody Mask Poem by Jamie Drake
Bloody Mask
You sit there with a blank face of nothingness think about the job you just had to do the hardest in your life.
Then you reach into your jean pocket and take out a bloody clown mask that is all ways smiling.
You just stair at the mask and think the job is done. ‘So why do I feel so empty? '
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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5/9/2024 9:32:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is deep you like me i write from my heart