The faceless Mask

Every morning as the sunshine
Filters in through my window
I put on a mask of smiles
And stretch my arms
To hold on to the day..
The life.

Every night the darkness comes
And burns my mask..
Kills the light.
Burying my dreams in its heart
It then laughs in the dark.

I stare at the dark silent night
As it looks into my blank eyes
Wondering what I am..
A maskless face
Or am I
A faceless mask..

Reviews

[Cliff Rhodes]

This is poem has very beautiful metaphors and mysterious actions wrapped inside enigma that leaves the mind totally wondering. ......Nice, very nice.