Masquerade

The journey seemed like a year to get to the masquerade, but there it was. A formidable looking castle built upon a rock.

I climbed the steps to get to the ballroom; each step draining more than I had to give, then suddenly, there was no way to hide. The last pillar I'd counted on had disappeared and I was there, there in the courtyard holding the mask still in my hand.

The onlookers saw the look on my face before I had time to put the joker's mask to my face to hide my true self; I felt violated, but there was nothing I could do.

I put the mask to my face, stiffly, not comfortable with my surroundings nor the people within sight, though I'd seen them many times before.

By the end of the night, I'd learned that people are not always what you want to believe. That people will let you down and cut your heart open and not even see it.

I retreated from the masquerade to my own home, took off the mask and revealed my soul only to the mirror... because only the person in the mirror would understand the pain....

The Stage

On a stage of glorious gold I bowed
As I gaze out over the crowd,
I see few that really know me;
For the rest, it's lies they see.

 I stop and wish with all my soul
The curtains would close not just a lull,
Alas, it is a no the fates do say.
Not an ending to this, my play.


I pray I do not move fates hand
Bringing an end to notes of the band.
But oh the peace of silence once the crowd dies down
And the curtain drops, the sounds it drowns.

It's all a dream, it's all a play,
Wait, no, it's not merely this they say.
But oh I wish that this were true
I'd take a bow, not end on cue.