Masquerade

25 January, 2022, around dawn

Masquerade

Darling

to the dauntless,

How

are you so flawless?

Born…without an err?

Elegant with that glimmer,

River full of shimmers

Such wondrous fate to bear!

What elegance;

What grace!

A masquerade, hard to be erased?

For beneath that surface

Rests those nightmares, unshared! Those blemishes; all too painful to bear

Fret not, however;

As you see, dear one

Like trees in the forests,

Like hairs on thy head,

There are others like you

Like us.

~ End ~

Writers's note: Poems don’t really have to rhyme that much, but it’s just my style. The aural resonance just gives a sort of charm and interesting-ness to it. That’s my view at least. ^