The Face Mask

Drama Masks

There is a face of confusion, 

behind a mask of delight; 

one is dark ... one is light,

can you see through the illusion?

A tear rolls down the face;

it tells a story of utter fear,

of doom which inches near ...

in this dark and dreary place.

A tear rolls down the mask;

it tells a story of innate charm,

hiding the face from any harm ...

it wearies of its dismal task.

The face bears an infernal frown;

it shows a picture of mixed emotion,

a child lost in a churning ocean,

it hungers to hear the laughter of a clown.

The mask bears an eternal smile;

it shows a picture of careful planning,

covering a face of selfness damning,

acting its part and using its guile.

And when you look you see the mask;

to the one beyond ... it's bloody lace,

for there behind it sits a face,

fearing all the horrors you might ask.

There is a face of confusion, 

behind a mask of delight; 

one is dark ... one is light,

can you see through the illusion?