Plastic Faces

Blissfully joyful, a facade.

Plastic smiles, painted red.

Suffocating, plastic shade.

Do you know me?

Do you care?

Masquerade…Masquerade!

“…Masquerade! Paper faces on parade

Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you

Masquerade! Every face a different shade

Masquerade! Look around, there’s another mask behind you…”

Masquerade from Phantom of the Opera

Present

Noise noise, constant noise!

Always connected; always engaged,

missing the moment at hand.

Can you be still for a moment?

What do you fear?

Do you know whose beside you?

Do you even care?

Can you see beyond the screen?

Can you hear the whisper from within?

Can you be present?

just for a moment,

just for a while.

 

Finality

Your time was making its way,

we knew it was coming.

Inching its way…lurking in the corner,

ready to pounce.

That bag…dark, suffocating…so unnatural,

my mind reels at the memory.

A short walk…a distance both finite and infinite.

That van…door closes…gasp!

It drives away dragging every bit of my heart,

shattered, broken, pulverized…

Never to be the same again.