Under the mask

Under the mask

A Poem by Lord of mad men

As I hide under mask
I feel like I will last
Be Neath the mask
Is a man made of glass
That my breath his last
In the mask never to be unmasked
May he be the last
To be under the mask

© 2016 Lord of mad men


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Added on September 24, 2016
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