Sunday, July 26

Discarded



Years gone by
my supple flesh turned steel
I've grown a mask as large as the world

YET, I cannot carry this mask further
Its weight pulls at my temples

Today it must be shed
and with its shedding will come the tears
like a river fall
they'll descend

This is my hurt
this is my pain

it will fall away with the mask

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