Masquerade Poem by Anna Banasiak

Masquerade



I'm leaving my body
the costumes are borrowed
from the changing room of life
my face belongs to a foreign person
for the moment
someone's invisible hand
removes my life
as a used prop
I'm leaving
to start playing
in the new mask

Monday, May 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational
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