Thursday, April 22, 2010

Mask



I mask the pain within my heart
youths follies hid within
regrets and soft memories
fill each waking hour

wrapped in my pain I wear
my sorry in my eyes
once sweet blue now empty
I walk the hallways of my past.

5 comments:

Tammie said...

your poem perfectly tells a common tale
eyes are so very telling
tender poem

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Tammie.


Melanie

SandyCarlson said...

Hallways make me think of narrow, darker spaces. I know the feeling!

rdl said...

i hear you!

Jim said...

This is so well written that is has me really thinking about youth and indiscretions.
You wrote a sad poem about a person filled with terrible sadness. I try to imagine what youths' follies could be so painful and bring such sorrow.
I cannot except for drug expermintation that went terribly, terribly, wrong. Like death or physical or mental disability to another or in case of the latter two, to self.
It has to be sad. Sadder than all but one that I know. That one shot a friend, not in anger. The friend is a paraplegic now confined to a wheel chair.
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