The sun seeps slowly through
Transparent glass windows,
A debate commencing
Between myself and I
About departing from my
Blanketed sanctuary.
Relenting, I let out an
Exasperated huff,
Throwing myself out of safety
And into the unknown
Of the day.
I rub away the remnants of sleep
From my long empty eyes,
Savoring the ash from
A long burning fire that had
Finally gone out.
I opened the door of
My wardrobe,
The rusted metal handle rough
Against my hollow fingers.
I had a wide selection
Of finely woven masks
To choose from,
I could be bubbly and bouncy today,
Or I could be calm and collected;
Or I could just be content today.
Yeah, I think I will just be
Content today.
I gaze at myself
In the mirror,
A blackened and empty void
Amidst a sea of wasted potential.
Not wanting to linger on
What is already known to me,
I slip the mask into place.
I tighten the screws and clamps
Extra tight
Before I look up again.
If only I could mold this mask
Into my actual face.
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