The Man In The Mask Poem by Lexy Sogl

I yearn to feel his flaws
To touch his tears
To know his face

All this time
I have only but an empty frame
To visualize him by

Despite that empty space
He to me—is complete
An old antique
Battered and dusty
Reminding me of how he surpasses
Beauty of all others
By his simple authenticity

Though
Too scared to appear
Yet
Too swollen with pride to change

He wallows in his misery
Waiting for the day
His mask deteriorates

I realize now
Never seeing his face
I saw a great deal more
Than appearance
Than personality

Than anything the human eye
Can even imagine to see
Than anything the human mind
Can fathom to understand

He never did shed of that mask
Neither- Did he have to
I knew
Who he was