BURNING THE MASK (1/1)
BY :
Chikki
Notes
We had to come up with an alliterative poem for English class and this was what
I managed to come up with. Not really good (since I don't do poems that often,
but I just thought I'd post it up and know what people think. ^_^) No yaoi, for
once. And just for kicks, I marked out the pattern that I used, no da. ^_^
Disclaimer Not mine. Never will be,na no da.
Too much thought, tribulation tingles in the air.
Misery mists over me, marked by this mask that I wear.
Torture after torture, there's trouble mixed with pain.
Moment after moment, my mask is there to hide the shame.
Disheartened desperation cannot deter my denial from the blame.
This fake façade helps me forget, but I keep falling in my mind.
Hollow thoughts of hostility are here, they hold me and make me blind.
They forever flash and flicker, they put my frustration to the test.
Hiding from harsh words and hatred has placed me in hackneyed unrest.
So I close myself completely from the confidants my chi had once caressed.
A simple incantation summons the sacred screen that is my mask.
My mask protects me from the pain and the probing problems I take to task.
I set it on my face and every single setback is solved and done.
Putting on my mask I can prevail and pretend to profess by fun.
Through mild ways and this mask, I can masquerade that I am not the
melancholy one.
The painted smile on this mask points to a person that is perky and glad.
It points to a meticulous and merry person with no motive to be
miserable or sad.
My mask persuades people to presume in this pretense that is always happy.
This mask makes them believe in the cheerful monk that is not
morose and lonely.
They do not grasp, they do not get that this garrulous guise is not me.
The fullness of my feelings could not flow freely because of my mask.
No one sees the nostalgic nothingness that naturally crushes me when I ask;
Will I hide forever from the faults that I have found myself in?
Will my naivety of normalcy change now that I notice that I could win?
Realizing this, I rejoice in relief, I reach and forgive myself for my sin.
So with sureness and with strength, I separate my mask from my face.
I have finally forgotten all the fuss and foreboding that had haunted all of my days.
Slowly, with a splendid smile of satisfaction that is no longer a lie,
I firmly force my fragile form to hold my head up high.
Languid flames lick the life from my mask; it is burned and
lost now…Goodbye.
OWARI DESU
