This mask
-it traps me in
I can't climb past
it's charming grin
It's twinkling eyes
and gaze so wide
afforded me
a place to hide
But see me now
all feathered and tarred
a soul caught fast
and prison barred
Oh, release me now
from this prison of 'nice'
My soul is turning into
blocks of ice
and trickling away.
June 1988
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