Behind The Mask

 

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I’m trapped behind this mask
In a prison of my own making.
Manacles of my own design
Shackle me to this world.
Leaving only a fitful spectre free
Like a ghost upon the moon.
Like a soul marooned far from home.
 
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Clemency

 

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Speaking of my crimes, my black designs
That went astray. My steps in wicked ways;
When it is just lies to talk of love
Such a pretty word for want and lust.

When all along I knew I never had the words
For speaking of the truth, and my eyes just mould
Darkness into a perversion of the light.

And my defence?
My senses were overwhelmed by the reality of you.
 
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Seeing the Future

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Glittering shoreline
Early morning,
Reflections of silence
Mirrored in the mud.
Runnels and ripples
Curving like lifelines
Across the sand.
The natives read them
As if they’re fortune-telling,
Before with a ruffle of feathers
Coming in to land.
 
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