The mask.

August new poetry number eleven..

The Mask...

(I looked into the mirror and I saw a stranger. He wore a mask of the devil. Was I the devil or was the devil, I.)

The mask she wore, wasn't her face anymore.  It shown a fake smile and her voice was gentle and tender.

She lost her real face back in 1996 and she became less than human.

Now in old age. She wants to be brave again. She wants to find her real face,

she want to find her old voice.

She went to the sea and she asked the Pacific. Where are you little girl?

Did the men steal and take everything, you held precious?

Did the greed of life take away the hope, the dreams away?

Can I find my real face again?

Can I find my real voice again?

She went to her knees and she asked the Goddess of the sea.

Please teach me laughter again, please take me a way to places I loved.

Please clean me of the sin done by the greedy world.

I want to be clean again.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

Please teach me laughter again, please take me a way to places I loved.
Please clean me of the sin done by the greedy world.
I want to be clean again.

I REALLY love this part, makes me think of part of my past. Really nicely written.
full of emotion

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Becks. All of us lose our true face. And rarely we can find again and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Those few words at end hit home to me
Beautiful John as always

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Julie. I appreciate the comment.