New Mask Poem by K J

New Mask



The breath escapes my pain wracked lungs
My vision darkens to shades of grey
I stare at the tree from which my life is hung
ANd know that death approaches me today

I died once so long ago
Buried the person I was inside
Let the pain hurt me so
And surrendered to the tears I cried

And now I do the same again
This thing I am has run its course
I've lost my lovers and my friends
Now the sorrows and pains come in force

Within me where I lost myself
I wonder if those lying there can see
If they sit in eternal stealth
Watching and laughing at what happens to me

I let them down, so now they let me
Now I must start totally over again
Lets see now who I will be
When this process comes to an end

You cannot help but change to the pain
It cuts through you to the core
I wondered why I went insane
And why I keep coming back for more

Endless advice I offer and give
ANd it works for everyone but me
I cannot it seems allow myself to live
Unless I am living in suffering

As you will, I guess, no more need for woe
When I know its myself who does the task
It's time for who I am now to go
And become someone else with a new mask.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Buried Alive 01 July 2011

at last, the Count's mask has been removed, only to find a caring, sensitive human being who has suffered great pain and sorrow in his past relationships blaming himself for their failure. A sad heartfelt confession that provides insight into the count's true feelings and identity that no mask can hide. a beautful poem, indeed from the' living' dead

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