Masquerade



I'm leaving my body
the costumes are borrowed
from the changing room of life
my face belongs to a foreign person
for the moment
someone's invisible hand
removes my life
as a used prop
I'm leaving
to start playing
in the new mask






Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2016-11-29 at 10:49

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is really good. In Europe they still have masquerade balls. What fun they must be. I liked the determined and detached feeling of this.
2016-12-05


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
In anishant Greek thither , Chinese , I believe , Japanese. Masks , were used to depict , the many macks , we wear. All life , each day , wear are part of Masquerade that is life.
Ken (D. Williams)
2016-11-29