The Mask Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

Your lips curved in the crowded
Dark cloud covered your soul
Your tie bright and red
Your pocket tied in debt

You sing melodious song
Your heart torn alone
You hang out escape from breakdown
Walk sway home alone till dawn

Counting all shed tears and sights
Warm up your cheeks and shade eyes
Take off your mask and no more pretending
Be a light candle in the dark.w heart
Cheer up the misery and desperate sorrow souls