Searching blindly,
Groping for true essence,
Brushing past false faces,
Yearning for realness,
Cowering behind ornate masks,
Frustration pricks eyes,
Movements in frenzy,
Hands tangling, feet stumbling,
Into bottomless pit,
Burying myself,
With my grim unknowns

Two Face 3/1/11

© 2011 by Knownkonvict

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