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I'm hiding my sins

behind a velvet curtain

somewhere that you'll never see

I'm hiding my soul

behind a vacant smile

somewhere you'll never hurt me

A scar for every tear

I refuse to shed

Cut to the bone

for every memory



Hiding this lack of inspiration

behind whatever I can

I've got so many masks

you'll never know

which one is me

But I don't mind

as long as I can hide

how empty this is-

That the poet is only born

with so many songs



And what happens

when the words dissipate

and slowly painfully die out

in the middle of the page

and the poet

along with his poetry

is banished

to some far off distant mausoleum

for deceased art no longer beautiful

no longer relevant to society