The Mask Poem by Daniel Richards

There’s a darker side to me,
A hidden but unhidden mask
A deep and powerful beast
With burning echoes from
A reverberating passed.
Relentless in its hold,
Choking all thoughts and
Memories, even those untold
Those which are hard to see
From times of old, even from me
They withhold

Secret memories secret times,
So secret are they, they can only reside,
Deep among the catacombs of my mind
So deep and distant, the traces are hard to find
Except sudden flashes and trickling line’s
Maybe memories, maybe lies
There’s to many black spots,
Too be precise

A mind erratic is a mind confused
And in this state can the mind infuse, motion
With time, along with action and emotion tide
Together bound with a place time,
In moments of madness, can this still be imprinted
To the mind,
Or are the true memories lost in realms of time.

Are the images I see actually moments of my life?
Or are they imaginative aspects I wished for at those times
Each day brings continuation of an ache, the pain from
The longing of those eluding images and truths to the past
But with every step there’s a slip and it’s too my mask
And if it falls will they be lost forever in time
Among the vast darkness which has become, the Stark but hidden deceiver of my mind

Like mona lisa its hard too smile
In a dark corner, some place, some time
Into your hands you find you cry, as more memories fail recall
Your helpless as they fall, to the realm of time