Don’t be afraid to let me see you.
Everyone wears masks
that cover their disgrace
and pain
and lusts….
playing for audiences,
whether it be near
or far away…
I want to see your face,
your naked soul in all its
gloriousness…
(or notoriousness)
the velvet contours, as well
as the ridges of contempt and
condescendence.
Don’t close your eyes to me
as I am insignificant…
Does it really matter if I see
that there is actually nothing but
boredom and a hard bone?
… if this be the case
of course.
Y-our countenance is poetry, U-nfolds the intimate beauty. R-each to your dreams in life, I-ndulge in poem without strife. N-ever succumb to solitude, I-mpart hope to the multitude. E-ncourage those lonely hearts, M-ay your poems ease their hurts. A-s your have shown your pretty face, N-one shall be hesitant to take the pace.
The Phantom behind his mask, is it his or your own true being you need to unmask, to see your self at last..? Andy 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice work with emotion. Lovely.10+.