u n c o v e r e d DOMINO [ Poetry ]

MSK

There  was a girl who's wearing a mask,
Standing there — was a lousy flower;
She looks like maneuvering the cask . . .
And how to be happy? She can't remember . . .

It was tranquil midnight..
She lay on a bed and try to sleep;
But still she's awake..
Because of the morose that she can't fight,
It was burying her into deep —
And ache that she can't take . . .

She chills and tremble,
The winds are embracing her — it's dawn
Needs to do her task,
She don't slept — prove by her yawn,
She wear the mask
And throw - off a smile . . .

But ever had in your mind —
If  what really is behind that mask?
How do you find;
If she's really happy,when you don't asked?

So there she was wearing a mask,
Smiling at day,crying at night —
Her smile was fake and futile;
The old lousy flower,glow and bloom
She slow down the cask —
And feel the wind that embody her at night;
In her morose,smile is the one that can heal . . .

Finally! She stop the cask —
And takes - off the mask.