Nandipha Mphanya


A mask


I, a mask put on
so that no one sees my pain
from the world Im hidden
a dungeon i need to home my broken spirit
from hollow pits, shame and dissapointment
I bury thee
when will I be visible?
It does not seem whole, this exersion
promises empty
beaten by
now whats left, scattered pieces
pice me together again someone out there
tears fill up the cup of my eyes
At a corner, find a smile I put aside
not part of thy normal bespeaked manual
out of my reach, fading, drifting from my finger tips
pain immobilised every vein in thyself
go on, I need to
deep end drowning I am
A mask put on, my wrath turned me
the good and bad clash and smash me in
aloud I scream, seeking surity
but to my rescue no soul steps on
pressing in are these walls
tears unshed no more
A place, placed location with happiness enter and merge my soul in
I a mask put on
this pain, no one will see

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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