The Empty Mask

You are such an intrigue, they tell me.

So distant. Composed. Reserved.

I want to know everything about you.

What you are thinking, feeling, sensing.


Surely you are hiding many secrets?

You have made an art of silence.

What is it behind those pretty eyes?

Tell me everything; I must know.


I smile and take my bow and leave.

To linger is to be found out.

My hidden secret must be kept.

For their sake and not mine.


One day, I should like to answer plainly.

One day, when I no longer care.

That day, I will look them in the eye

And show them that there is nothing there.




This entry was published on January 19, 2013 at 3:31 AM. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “The Empty Mask

  1. “To linger is to be found out”, that is a poem in itself. Really nice imagery.

write the fox

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