Cancer-death strikes.
Another fool lost.
A family un-completed.
Cries stifled.
Griefs hidden.
Faces measured.
Masks molded.
Faces fitted - sorry ceramic smiles now applied.
Single Father instructs
Only Son to love his mask.
Grave-bound Mother remains forgotten.
We don't deal with anything these days. We suffice to hide, cover, bury, run, and disguise; meanwhile the real issues course through us slowly subjugating our whole selves until we succumb to them. At this point we become the very cover of our issues. We adopt out "masks" as our new identities in an attempt to cope. And sometimes, that is who we are for the rest of out lives.
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