Some older poems, a lifetime of masking..
Niggling ouch
Still masking
Trying to make it sound ‘better’
than it is
There’s no better, just different
Who has the right to define
the way we live?
Is that more masking?
Making out it’s all okay?
It doesn’t hurt
when the box is crushed down
and the fairytale’s falsehoods
won’t play
…
Who am I?
What’s masking
What’s real?
Is there such a thing as reality
in a world with thin layers
that bleed as they peel
Are rhymes a high note
Taking the truth out of the day
Because, honestly, grief constricts
of endless
The vice that, only partially, crushes
Harnessing ‘failures’ to shame
…
short poetry, not knowing who you are
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