Mask In The Dark Poem by Javier Falcon

Frightened we run through this dense smoke,
as the trees seem to be following us in the shadows,
dashing over every obstacle in our way as we go
not knowing where we are or where we are going
so lost and alone deep in the dark.

This mask is the only thing that we own
it protects us from the obscure others
as we do not want them to know how we feel
we need to control the emotions we have
as everything can be lost in the dark.

We are yet to be caught as we dash through,
but all these strains and hardships do
leaving cracks and bruises in our hearts
something no one can properly fix,
yet we must keep running in the dark.

We just run until the time is right
that perfect time when we are all tested.
Jumping into the sea thinking we are free,
down, deeper in the pressure, pushed.
Hoping we do not get crushed in the dark

Because these cracks cannot withstand this.
We are not built to be put under all this weight.
Our mask shatters and we are left with nothing,
but our broken little remnant we call a heart.
Our mind absent, forgotten in the dark.