Lucilla Carrillo Poet Free verse

Life Is a Masquerade

I traveled to many places and saw many
different faces. In all these places I saw 
many painted faces and I thought - what
are they hiding behind those painted faces?

Who are these people that go from place to
place, carring with them an extra face? They
are not themselves. They walk, they talk,
they dance and they smile, yet they are a 
mystery.

Nobody knows who they are. They go from 
place to place - hiding always. They could be 
here or there, but you will never see them 
without their painted face.

There is a mystery behind those painted faces.
Nobody knows because they know how to hide.
They go through life smiling and hiding, because
They know that this life is nothing but a 
masquerade... 


By Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Harry Horsman January 23, 2013 at 7:05 AM this is excellent poetry,, the questions you ask are so poignant.. why do we do this? love your poetry Lucilla...

Justin Bordner August 8, 2012 at 10:07 PM Reminds me of ghosts whom make mirth of moments - J.A.B. %

Poet Destroyer A August 5, 2012 at 10:37 PM Lucilla, I always wonder about you... I'm glad to have meet you here on the soup. this is my way of traveling... the faces i might never meet... now that is a masquerade in an everyday making... sometimes mysteries can suite life with and without a face... always looking forward to have you visit me here on the soup... and one day in real life's reality...xox~pd

Sara Kendrick August 5, 2012 at 3:18 PM Great work that you have penned in this one..Yes, many don't know who they are and where they are going..Thanks for stopping by my work..My husband had surgery on Friday, August 03, 2012..He only had to stay for 24 hours..He is doing well..He says that it has helped the down the leg pain..Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen August 4, 2012 at 1:27 PM Lucilla, talk about telepaty....I was just checking if you had written a new poem today...then came in a comments form you....wow. - I like this poem a lot ...and yes life is a mystery and can feels like a masquerarde - I belive it is the time we live in today. - hiding behind a mask. - ... no one cares. - Very well written Lucilla. - Have a beautiful weekend in sunshine. - oxox love // Anne-Lise :)