The Hidden Face

As I awaken I wonder if tomorrow will be the same

lying within the solitude of the early morning darkness,

I feel so safe, for no one can see my other face.

Will life have mercy upon me today, and allow me to hide

within the shadows in my mind, or will I lose myself among

The tumultuous storms I feel within.

I wear a mask every day, It is better that way,so no one gets
to see my pain, for within myself I hide my other face.
One that casts no reflection in the mirrors of other people’s

eyes, yet is always there.

Weeping for that which once was, and afraid of that which may be.

I mourn unto myself, within the obituary of our love, I cast my fury
unto the grave, where emptiness calls out to me and reigns over that
which I  still desire.

For empty arms, can never love, neither that which is lost within

find that which will never be again. So I return to the memories of

the past, as I put on the mask which covers, the tears

upon - The Hidden Face.

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