Praise Frank
@praisefrank
1 year ago

The Mask

The misty eye of the sky conjured pregnant clouds—
Strung up high, wishing to let go and seeking to comply
To the order of nature's call, a call they can't defy


The clouds in my heart are pregnant too,
Heavy with embedded knives and melancholic rendezvous,
Now I change that weather, put on a smile—
And skid along like a feather,
Then late at night when I close my eyes,
They come raining down, cold as ice;
The tears that I tucked behind this crumbling disguise.

#Poetry

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