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THIS WALL
Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.
In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.
Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.
One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.
Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.
I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.
He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.
I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.
Show me your face.
Reveal yourself.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?
Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?
Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.
Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.
MIRROR MIRROR
Can you see your demons?
What you hide inside.
From others.
From the world.
Fire and heat.
Revenge and blood lust.
Hidden inside.
Is it reflected in your face?
Look closer.
Look deeper.
Can you see it?
I can.
The sun sets in fire,
Leaving for the day.
Hiding its bright face,
Refusing to stay.
It is the moon’s turn
To bring night to day.
Its white face a grin
As it wants to play.
Stars twinkle and glow
To brighten the sky.
The moon moves away,
Climbing way up high.
UNMASKED
Show me your face.
Reveal your true colors.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?
Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?
Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.
Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.
The river flows black.
The sky lights up.
Red, orange, and yellow bursts.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening.
My ears ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air.
I’m lost in the frightened crowd.
Someone takes my hand.
I’m pulled to a building.
The door is locked and bolted.
I follow him from building to building.
Until we find an unlocked door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door slams shut behind us.
Lines of cars face us.
I look up to see his face.
He turns away.
He leads me down a ramp.
I dig in my heels.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
I still wonder…about his face.
I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
For time to pass.
The world to change.
But day by day.
People come and go.
Live their short lives.
Leaving no change at all.
Who sits on my shelf
each and every night?
Who casts long shadows
on my shelf and wall?
Not there at day
but only at night.
I move closer.
I must see what it is.
A hooded figure,
its face lifting to me.
The hood falls back
to a face as dark as night.
Eyes shine red,
burning a hole right through me.
A bed of flower.
A fragrant power.
Petals in my face.
Such a perfect place.
I’ll soon be asleep.
So don’t make a peep.
