HAND OF THE BEAST

The world outside the window is a stage of masquerade. Those who act well survives.. And behind every mask there is an insidious beast.......

I knew a push would do it.
A little push, my hands can handle.
it wasn't hard, neither was easy.
my hands had the strength-
but mind said No! Ignored it.

I was setting the last moments
for whom I never gave up hate.
whose face always forced me
to wear that fake smile.

Very interesting his last moments will be.
An element of surprise.
A push,a nudge into the darkness
where it will all end with a thud!

Then he'll know how I fooled him.
My smiles were fake, words were hollow.
He'll see the mask then, with an everlasting smile
and inside the insidious beast.

Giving a push is nothing
the beast can't do.
since the mask is torn off
it can let him go to the dark.
In the dark, no one will see the beast either!

Author's Note

Waiting for your sugessions..

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very good story type poem with a message for us all and a concern for our world. Scary at times and hopeful another. Kudos.

[Neo]

Society pushes us the wear masks. Sometimes the people that never wear masks are the ones we think are crazy, but maybe they actually got it right.

[Saddam]

Then he'll know how I fooled him.
My smiles were fake, words were hollow.
He'll see the mask then, with an everlasting smile
and inside the insidious beast.

Interesting write friend. We all had another face too.

[The ArK]

Thank you friend :)

[Ruth]

Makes me think on the daily masks we all wear to a degree and when they slip off...well...who are we underneath, nicely done xo