Journey

My Masked Man

I don't know who you are,

Your face, or your façade.

I can't tell who you are.

Are you a decent citizen or a delinquent?

My eyes can't see

Beyond your dazzling disguise.

My eyes can't see

Other than your silver screen.

I don't know what you want from me.

Do you want my love or my life?

I can't tell what do you want to do to me.

Do you want to heal me or kill me?

But one thing I'm sure of:

Me quieres.

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A/N: I actually got inspired to write this poem from today's Google Doodle. Google Doodle usually commemorate people, places, and events almost daily. This time is about El Santo. Although I barely know him, he was a Mexican Luchador enmascardo (a masked professional wrestler in Spanish), and actor. He was one of the most iconic folk heroes in Mexico.

I don't really write many poems with a touch of thrill or mystery, but this is one of the few poems I wrote that have been this way. Although this is not horrific enough to be considered a scary poem, I will say that this poem belongs to the mystery/thriller genre.

I would like to dedicate this poem to A_Poetic_Kill. She wrote many poems that have to do with mystery, surrealism, and scary things. If you are a fan of horror or thriller poems, I recommend you to read her poems in Random Spurts of Poetry.

If you like this poem, comment, vote, and share. If you have any prompts, feel free to PM me. Over and out.