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Another Mask
Is it really what's right
Or just a temporary high?
I've found myself wearing another mask
Running each way yet I always meet the same past
It makes me wonder if I was ever truly happy
Or if it was a self-played attempt
To cover a beast so big that has had me scared to acknowledge
Years-
I never even saw the tip of the iceberg
Always looming but
Willingly kept from focus
My father calls it a black dog
Indeed it is, dad.
Too big to be carried
Yet he jumps
Snaps the last strand of what
Little glimpse of hope I thought I had
Nobody can see how bad this is
I can't even see it myself
But it hovers, oh I can feel it-
Swallow the happy Jack trying daily to manifest
Yet to see that these things don't just go away
It pries at me gently
Weathers me down as water did stone
And engraves deeper my shortcomings
Year after year
Masques to icebergs,(chasing)
Masques to icebergs,(chasing) black dogs (in the night) to weather etched stones - a wondrous progressin of illusive imagery one can almost touch - the relationship of many things but more, the bags brought filled with poet in an affair with the poem - allets -
So true
Of me too
Brilliant bold honesty.
It's so humanly relatable
Koko
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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