Mask
I maintain a way I think I am
I condemn the line I take for ought I know to the contrary
I embrace a way I do
I am not half the nous you envisage me
I fully fool myself in mounting from your vale of tears you feign
I believed my heart was within the way you think I am
I bemuse you by a way I worry
I will never be the part of your sham.
You?
About this entry
You’re currently reading “Mask,” an entry on Martin Zebracki
- Published:
- 02.02.09 / 10pm
- Category:
- Poems

Comments are closed
Comments are currently closed on this entry.