Weeping Mask

Awake, awake, oh weeper, whose

Tears enrage the seas, whose eyes

Disguise the keeper, whose hands are

Red as these; your heart deceives

The masses, deceives even your

Mind, to truth now left unfathomed,

Left rotting by your kind; like tribal

Masks, you wear them, emotions

On your brow, when asked promptly,

“Remove them,” you find you don’t

Know how. You’ve lost yourself within

Them, the cages of your chest, whose

Bars are wrought of iron, beseeching

You unrest. Your mind speaks of

Reality, inexcusable truth, while your

Heart, trained readily, replies in quick

Rebuke. Captive your thoughts,

Guard your heart, a wise man truly

Said, for if the two should come apart,

You’ll find your soul is dead.

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