A Mask - Poem by Phoebe Pereira
For love of sanity...
I have you, but I feel so alone.
I see you, you hold me hand,
Yet I feel so lost with no sense
You are fire, I am ice;
You look at me, you touch me,
Yet I don't seem to melt.
I feel really hot, but I don't melt.
We hold hands, but I can't feel you.
You kiss me, your kisses once the
Taste of honey, now seem bitter-
Sweet. Don't sugar coat it. I like it.
You are close by, yet you seem distant.
You all seem distant. I hear your voices,
But I can't see you. I don't know you.
I hear familiar voices, in the distance.
I feel the end is near.
I see the end of the sphere,
The sunset too, very fiery.
Just have to crawl into the sweet fire.
Lay in its heat for solace.
Maybe it will melt the ice.
Maybe it will bring salt to my face,
And the salt and water trickle to my lips.
It will give me strength,
It will give me courage,
I will be fearless.
I am fearless
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