The Mask
By beautiful oblivion
Fri, 19 Jun 2015
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In the heat of darkness
In the silence of thought
Many things come to mind
The memory of what was lost
The heartache of what is left
Between the past and the future
Lies a certainty unknown
Change happens throughout
It is the only constant
The refuge from the whispers belong in the calm scream
Carry on with the dance
That can only be ended with the mask
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Feels like when we can't
Feels like when we can't sleep and memories and troubles play on the mind in those dark hours. The end feels threatening.
Bee
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I think you may have just
Permalink Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on
I think you may have just summed up my night last night. I like the observation "change is the only constant". Very clever poem.
The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.
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