The Harlequin
By Jeremy E DeSpain


A soft transparent painted mask
I slip upon my face
And through its eyes I see
This world a strangely new place

This world I see around me
A world that whirls around me
A strange place it is
But none the less it belongs to me

This world is a creation
Of my mind, soul and heart
From deep inside me
Is the place it starts

Beneath this mask
Am I the man I was
Or does this mask
Erase what was?

Is through this mask
A new me created
While the old me
Sits and waits un-satiated

How deep does this mask run
How far into me
Deep enough that
It affects everything I see

There is a knife in my hand
From where has this come?
It is coated with a thin veil of blood
What oh what have I done?

The me behind the mask
Screams cries and wails
A piteous wretched display
As against the mask it assails

The mask sneers and chides
The old into silence
Trust me he says
For I am our only source of reliance
The old me inside
Does away retreat
And the mask does gloat
For now its control is complete

A smile spreads across the face
Upon looking at the knife
A sneer follows the look
A total disregard has he for life

The inner self is all
But lost to the world
Seen only now and again in a fitful glance
From the place where it has itself hurled.

So True...very nice....

Thank you, its an older piece but one I felt like sharing

It is amazing the amount of masks we put on with different people in our lives...We all do it too, wether we choose to admit it or not...

Lovely write mate..

Thanks for posting and welcome to Mingle2 and our little family here.

You are welcome, and Thank you for the welcome

welcome to the show