Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry

Flawed Mask

I can hide everything but the screaming in my eyes,

Save, being a blind man searching for his soul.

In a soulless world where the cruelty in the light takes its toll on the dark.

The stark reality leaves stains on the minds of onlookers, permanent marks.

All that's left to me is the words I learned to so carefully craft.

Form myself a cocoon to hide from the draft,

Of visiting glares and stares, probing to find the mind's eye open for observation.

To exploit their way into weaknesses, used, abused, no conservation.

So I cry, a desert oasis into being,

My tongue, cacti, each word ready to sting, don't get too close.

I've poisoned each line into a xanny bar to put you at ease or let you overdose.

I hold the same murk that embodies iniquity, gripped in my lung

Begging to be breathed into the world, to let it's malevolent song be sung.

Keep back, keep back, don't meet my gaze I fear.

Buy the farce, this false bravado, do not look into the eyes of despair