To FaeryA Poem by Pavel LiI am my Self, concealed in darkness of the cave, Which is my shell, and a beloved hateful prison. Behind the mask unwillingly I hide, yet truth escapes my reason. What makes me who I am? My faded past, where memories take root? My face that withers soon or gives to mirrors artificial smiles? My words and promises, to which I cry indignantly: "the lies!" ? I wear my shape for ages now, the layers crude and peeling easily. What is beneath remains, like secret of a pearl, a grain of mystery, Affixed to ancient muddy shores of waters flowing through the Void. © 2021 Pavel LiReviews
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