When Masks Fall Apart by Zanity(Zanity) - Poem
Disjointed and Dissipated.
The inner eye reveals nothing more.
A host that is ghostly.
A host that is torn.
Yet through the creaking doors muffled with dust and age
Are winds and whispers
Echoes of times once before.
Behind the mask stands a multitude.
Perplexing that there should be so much
But "I" and "she" and "Us" and "We"
Have meant nothing more but to be ever changing.
Like the tides and the seasons,
The atoms and the stars.
A pattern of restriction and limitation
No pattern of when, where, why, how.
The mask will fall apart... and who are we now?
Love this. Especially that last line. "The mask will fall apart...and who are we now?"
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