I need to make a new mask for myself
'Cause I have been stripped.
My thoughts are drying up
And imaginations decaying.
My mask of laughter is destroyed
By something
With a single stroke.
My mask of mad joy was smashed into pieces
With the loss.
Even my mask of confidence is extinguished
When I set foot in the shadows.
I need to make a new mask for myself.
But I can't think of its nature.
'Cause every creation of mine
Has left me like selfish ravens.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
