Masquerade

Come on up, come inside!
Grab a cup, try to hide!

Hide behind your masquerade,
join the pretty masks on parade.

Eyes once bright no longer shine,
they flaunt the cracks you try to hide.

Skin as pale as alabaster,
gleams as you dance, twirling faster.

Sealed lips try to smile,
longing to taste joy for a little while.

Hands covered in spidery lace,
flutter with a subtle grace.

Soft brown hair spun with ribbons,
gently tilts, your sorrow a given.

What solemn secrets have you known,
dancing in your castle all alone?

ALesiach © 2/01/2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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May 18, 2025 at 1:54 PM
A cutting piece- have you heard the quote "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation" ? Makes me think of that.
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May 19, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Yes--Thoreau’s words echo loudly through this one, and I’m so glad you picked up on that same undercurrent. Quiet desperation behind painted smiles… that’s exactly the truth I was reaching for. Thank you for seeing it.
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