Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Personae


If a mask were I
how could i justify
this second skin
in which i am
to show my self
my alter ego
other half
kept on a shelf
just for intimacy
between her and me
than I could play
the sad or gay
or both anyway
play for fool
to move on
day by day
I have nothing
to say about
this face
this personae
which nay I am
or seem to be
so i hang her
on my wall
for times i need
to call in
on her reciprocity
or just another play
i need to stage
and state my age
or just before i fall
although i rather
turn that page
and show my truest sin
or peel it of
to show the one
i am from deep within
If a mask were I
how could i justify
this second skin.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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