He comes in the night for me.
He is much too strong for me.
His beauty I can only see.
His evil is hidden from me.
I do not see his grotesque face.
Only his mask he puts in place.
Take me with you now in the night.
To me you’re a beautiful sight.
He lifts me high into the air.
And whisks me away to his lair.
THE DEAD GAME
Great graphic! <3ReplyDelete
Thanks. I found it on Tumblr. It inspired me to write the poem.Delete
I think the poem would be more powerful if he didn't wear a mask for her, but that in spite of his grotesque features she still saw beauty.ReplyDelete
He doesn't wear a physical mask but hides his true self. She see his face but not the true man beneath.Delete
That's what I meant. If she could see the true man and still see beauty, wouldn't that be more powerful. We all feel like we must wear a "mask" at certain times because we don't think our true self will be acceptable. But oh, how wonderful it is when we can show our scars, our dark secrets, yet still be loved.Delete
I'd be afraid to walk outside without my mask. People want to see the fake smiles and silly laughs. I do gravitate to more serious people. These are the kinds of people who allow me to feel comfortable without my mask.Delete
You use great poems in your tweets and blog posts. Do you write poetry yourself? Seems like you have a knack for it!ReplyDelete
I never thought of writing at all until about 10 years ago. I was never happy with the plots and ending of books. I decided to write on of my own. It is much different than all my training in Finance but much more rewarding. Poetry I began to dabble with for the ads for my book. It seems that readers like my poetry better than my prose. It flows out of me easier. If I continue with it, I would need some training. Thanks.Delete
Thank you so much.Delete
Captivating and vivid.ReplyDelete
Thank you. The picture made me do it.ReplyDelete
Nice picture, very inspiring for a horror lover like me!ReplyDelete