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?

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Just a Question" by Zanity(Zanity) - Poem

FAQ - "So how many are you?" - Long Version