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Delores’ Sagacity

O heavy heart that aches with despair

Lost, despondent, and left to die

O the soul that concedes to the pain

Inside of me that yet abides

Where is the joy that this life was to bring?

Days I would escape memories of the forgotten?

Hope is gone and darkness to swallow me

 Like grass that blankets the earth

 Joy, a facade; a mask to hide the plights

Of unrelenting torment

Wondering in the dark

Nightmares transmute reality

Seasons unchanging

The hand that is bitterness

Hold only misery and sorrow

Wielding its sword to fell

Every instrument of suffering

But, alas weary

Fatally wounded

I am, undone

Delores Collins: This poem was written by me in Jan 2007.

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I’m looking at myself in the mirror.

Asking myself after all the hard works I have done, what does this stranger wants from me?!

I don’t know am I staring at him or he is staring at me?

I don’t want to believe what I see.

I close my eyes for a secant.

I’m asking myself if there is anyway I can take this mask off.

I start shaking my hand.

My hand tells me everything I had to know.

They point me in the mirror and telling me that’s you in the mirror not anyone else.

After all these days, I have been walking in the stories with loneliness in every secant.

I can tell from my face that there is nothing left in me.

Mirror is trying to tell me I am the one who wanted to catch the sun with my hands.

But now the darkness of nights is my place and I am dying silently in it.

I broke the mirror so it won’t talk about my past and dreams again.

But mirror breaks into thousand pieces, but there is still my picture in every broken piece.

Pictures are telling me with funny faces, cut the hope from the sky.

There is no difference in your days; they all smell the same old desire.

Masks

Which mask should worn today,

in order to lead the world astray?

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Which mask will the world demand,

in order to fulfill their need?

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The mask of a hero, who saves their day?

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The mask of a friend, who they want as they need?

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The mask of daughter, who they think doesn’t want to be bothered?

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The mask of a sibling, who never fit in?

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The mask of a mother, who should only be around when needed?

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The mask of a lover, who must accept she can never be?

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So many masks, so many roles,

yet no one see’s the face behind the masks.

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Which mask should I wear today?

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It doesn’t really matter for no one cares to see my face.

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By DGL 2009