...a contest.? I wrote it about depression, something I struggled with for 5 years of my life. I wish to share it with you. (and yes the guy in the poem is suicide/death).
Mask
Speak softly: you never do.
He’ll always grab a hold of you.
You may weave in and out of twisted vines,
But it is he who controls your forgotten times
You hold yourself within your stride
While others show no desire to abide.
Then suddenly two transparent neurons arc,
And your smile begins to lose its spark.
And even though you run through fields,
Protected by your candy shields,
The emotions that you think you feel,
Are only those that you steal.
He batters and pushes until you break,
And ensnares you in his eternal wake.
You hide behind that mask you wear,
Cold and smooth and soft with hair.
The anger courses through your veins,
But that mask of yours can’t show those pains.
Instead, it cowers from the lights,
Can’t protect, and always bites.
Yet, if you were to open your heart,
Would the earth be torn asunder?
Would all the lambs with no true part
Be crushed by your clouds of thunder?
So one more time, let yourself lose desire,
No more wishes for his roaring fire.
For as time nears closer, the shadows you knew,
Will sparkle like diamonds waiting for you.
You then take that mask and throw it back,
So the shadows grow from grey to black.
Then out of the dark you see his smile,
And as night turns to night you grin like a child.
You know how the story ends,
But you like to read it anyway,
You know it never depends,
On whether he leaves or whether he stays.
Mask
Speak softly: you never do.
He’ll always grab a hold of you.
You may weave in and out of twisted vines,
But it is he who controls your forgotten times
You hold yourself within your stride
While others show no desire to abide.
Then suddenly two transparent neurons arc,
And your smile begins to lose its spark.
And even though you run through fields,
Protected by your candy shields,
The emotions that you think you feel,
Are only those that you steal.
He batters and pushes until you break,
And ensnares you in his eternal wake.
You hide behind that mask you wear,
Cold and smooth and soft with hair.
The anger courses through your veins,
But that mask of yours can’t show those pains.
Instead, it cowers from the lights,
Can’t protect, and always bites.
Yet, if you were to open your heart,
Would the earth be torn asunder?
Would all the lambs with no true part
Be crushed by your clouds of thunder?
So one more time, let yourself lose desire,
No more wishes for his roaring fire.
For as time nears closer, the shadows you knew,
Will sparkle like diamonds waiting for you.
You then take that mask and throw it back,
So the shadows grow from grey to black.
Then out of the dark you see his smile,
And as night turns to night you grin like a child.
You know how the story ends,
But you like to read it anyway,
You know it never depends,
On whether he leaves or whether he stays.