Mask of Malcontent

Mask of Malcontent
Hard working
With no drive
No drive but one
A passion that stirs within
Something to show
What’s within
Something to heal
To mark what cannot be seen
Symbolism and craving
Burning desire
Over whelming grace
Fluid moment
But little relief
And once the dead is done?
Feelings worse than before
Again to charm the storm
Again to feel its rage
A cycle begins
A spiral
Addiction solid
As any drug

Posted: Thursday, October 23rd, 2014 @ 6:47 pm
Categories: Poems.
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