Last Chance Mask

When masking the lack

with the

Last Chance Mask

the physically weak

the agonizing grief..

It's easier to reap

Petals, with weak roots

bleeding toes

in combat boots

when rain drenched

they must be removed

Revealing the truth

breaking the rouse

And so back

to the static

state of affairs

lives me in

a cold, 

but charismatic

lair

Sweetly stalwart mask is removed

and under, it's bruised..

with frustration and tears

winding, crawling fears..

The condundrum of horrors

is hard to reveal

to form

let alone sustain

true hope

within zeal

And the rain

to be frank, well

it's a monsoon

pouring and pouring

I'm trying to breathe

let alone

hum a tune..

When you cannot achieve

the ability to leave 

what really is a private hell

to reach reprieve from this well 

and so the wounds swell

With water and heat

too tepid to bleach

so salvation, I pray

while basting away

It is so very lonely

to want to grow

but be trapped

by dilemma

so rare

few understand

even how to care..

If only folks could see

the smug smile

is bleeding, pseudo glee

ready to fight

the powers that be

for the last chance

to find a key

For the last chance

to be freed

Last Chance Mask