Existensial loneliness and alienation is created by our fright of opening up and showing each other what we are behind our masks. Sadly, many dare of us not even go under the surface ourselves to explore who we really are.We suspect it will be too painful
a mask,
among others
in a crowd.
I never knew you.
I never came close enough.
You never yielded for me to.
I always wondered
in which ocean
you threw the key
to your soul.
Perhaps, you did not know
where to search for it yourself.
Too many years had passed
Too many masks tried on, discarded
Perhaps, your intuition warned you
of Poseidons fickleness, his savage spirit
will not abide by any human rules.
Afright of the Flying Dutchman you set not sails.
I guess you got lost in your masquerade
and took yourself for another.
Just as you took me
for being blind to shifts of scene.
Poetry by Sarah Isabel
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 03:21
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Masquerade
Just a face,a mask,
among others
in a crowd.
I never knew you.
I never came close enough.
You never yielded for me to.
I always wondered
in which ocean
you threw the key
to your soul.
Perhaps, you did not know
where to search for it yourself.
Too many years had passed
Too many masks tried on, discarded
Perhaps, your intuition warned you
of Poseidons fickleness, his savage spirit
will not abide by any human rules.
Afright of the Flying Dutchman you set not sails.
I guess you got lost in your masquerade
and took yourself for another.
Just as you took me
for being blind to shifts of scene.
Poetry by Sarah Isabel
Read 687 times
Written on 2006-05-07 at 03:21
Tags Alienation
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