The Man Made From the Mask
THE MAN MADE FROM THE MASK
Why should the world be so cruel
to hide all our sighs and smiles?
Conspired course of common curtain of our faces
masked all the genre in this life's work of art:
dirges, epios and odes of poetry,
prose-like language and narrative,
then tragedies of daily dramas.
Time ticked tocked away in vignette,
the mask becomes as one with a soul,
gradually taking over the heart's geography map
but the soul owner - mankind,
the glaze of God's serenity,
resultant effect of Satan's defeat,
ceremoniously "maskified" in myriad subleties
as breath sombrely stolen silently
or ruthlessly rationally restrained.
Now, the modern man-made mask
is making it's own new breed out of mankind,
starting to conquer the heart
in this last episode of WW3
until it (the mask) becomes a norm, a life, a being.
God's last creation is being reformed.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.
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