The Mask Poem by sharon Genade
The Mask
The mask slipped today,
It fell into the toilet along with my putrid insides…
It fell all over the wall and floor.
It smashed and fell deep into the bowl.
I flushed it away…
The mask slipped today,
It fell from a dizzy height.
It left me with monochrome dullness, an ache and fury.
All the colours are black and white.
A grey haze covers my eyes.
All the colours are black and white. A grey haze covers my eyes../// the salient point of this poem; wise writing
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4/26/2024 7:55:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Depression! ! Ache and fury! ! ! ! ! With the muse of the mask. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.