Masquerade

Lost in this masquerade as snarling beasts howl at dawn Truth sings a sharp serenade   Small and scarred, I stand apart — afraid wishing I didn’t see what I saw as battle lines were drawn lost in this masquerade   Social graces serve to further this charade conventions dictated by a crooked echelon still, truth signs a sharp serenade   Humility fails those falsely … Continue reading Masquerade