It's a facade
Oh! I'm tired
Drained by this charade
This masquerade of a ball
An illusion empty of dancers,
no costume, no mask
Fatigued by an endless series of mirages
Hope has finally bent
Dragging me down,
weighing me down in the dumbs
I rise or try
But my head is heavy with weary
Dread pulls me under and I drown
My howls for help are a whisper in the wind
I can't smile,
I don't know how
Have been wearing this facade
For too long, it's all I know
Should I raise my lips in a grin
Or bare my teeth naked like a dog
I can't laugh no more,
Have forgotten what laughter sounds like
I tried sometime
Only a croak came out
An alien sound chasing off echoes
Tormenting my already lost soul
My eyes glisten in the light
Not for the sparkle of new love
But of tears so long unshed
Harbouring in the brim of my lids
In the cracks of my pretense...
For so long my lips have been sealed
I have been quiet
Like a mason's craft I have been still
like statues at the cemetery
I have played my part
The veil is lifted
Curtains are drawn
Now I am tired, I am weary
Of this charade, this masquerade
Now i want to be free of this facade.
(c) Moliehi Molupe 2017
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