Discarded Masks

Raven's Quill

The sheen of gloss to make a pretty smile
And like a clown the tears are lost with style
In automated steps of make believe
While freedom is found only in the dreams
Of a girl in a world meant to deceive
And she hides behind the biddings it asks
Yet his voice echoes the anger and rage
Imprisoned inside tight satin laced basques
A mind split in two by society’s cage
Until the day a man, he comes of age
And two as one in released thoughts perceive
The shards of life they ripped away from seams
In the ashes of times foul and hostile
A farewell to fear in discarded masks

©JG Farmer 2013
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 105