mask of man

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tortured soul and withered hands
bound and blinded does he stand
against the drop of fallen man
alone he stands..descending.

into heaven he cant reach
along the edge of Satan's beach
sucking life, from lambs. The leech
is here and is transcending.

from in the mouth and through the eyes
he holds onto a fist of lies
holds them deep..a tainted prize
that no one is defending.

but do you see the beast inside
or do you see the one that hides
that tries the lives of those that died
to taste, what they were intending.

in his mind atop of throne
the richest roles are all his own
into a world were powers grown
the truth is..were all pretending.

to the beast that's in one's soul
to the reach that grabs us whole
to the least of friends and foe
and the ones in need of mending.

Drink softly here and raise you cups
to the ones who've had enough
of the tailored curtains fluff
that covers up the ending.

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Ardie 4 years ago from Neverland

Wow, dark and intriguing! I remember from your other poem that you have hidden meaning behind your words. I have my own take of this which I will keep hold of...but please - explain how you want this to be understood. I always love seeing if I am close :)


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jravity1 4 years ago from bellevue, MI Author

this poem is about man...that simple. It about how man is and always will be..hidden inside himself. It is what happens when we look inside. We find ourselves, the self that the world can not see, the self we will always hide.

But i am very interested in what you think ardie.. you may see something that I can not.


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Ardie 4 years ago from Neverland

I thought maybe it was about one man in particular (but not you) and the demons he fights internally while only showing the outside world that he is proper and sane and in full control.


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jravity1 4 years ago from bellevue, MI Author

From my point of view...no one is without sin. There are struggles in everyones head everyday. If there isn't any in your head consider yourself lucky.


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B. A. Williams 4 years ago from USA

I love last lines of poetry that leave the reader hanging or thinking, yours did just that.

Thank you for sharing and keep writing!

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