Masquerade
Masquerade
I once attended a gathering…
The splendour I beheld
Beautiful gowns with sequins and brilliant colours and lace
Men dressed to the nines
in tuxedos with their hair slicked back.
Elvis entered the room with his all his glory
Super-heroes of every kind were poised,
ready to save the day,
and rid us of the evil that prevailed.
A clown sat in one corner
a certain sadness peeked through
behind the smile that painted his face.
As I looked at all the masks…
I knew I had to leave
I had to run from this place
For you see, I did not know
This was a masquerade
I felt naked and revealed
Why had no-one told me?
Grace Daub May 4, 2020
*Revised from a high-school writing assignment
many years ago
I wrote this in a creative writing class in high school but lost the original copy.
It has been tweaked slightly but the concept of not being who you are and hiding behind a mask was very real to me even at the age of 17. I still feel the same at almost 60. Entered in the Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest by Natasha L Scragg
Copyright © Grace Daub | Year Posted 2020
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