Poem – “The Mask”

The Mask

By the sunrise I can’t recall who I was
I feel insecure as if I didn’t truly survive

It’s as if I skinned a stranger’s face
Donned it as a veil to cover my own
The incisions that were never sewn
Trapped the stranger’s face to mine

Stumbling in wavering reflections
Neon signs blinking on the cobblestone
Haunting midnight like an unsolved riddle
I will never find I, who am I, who will I be

A stranger’s face is bonded to me
Permanently

Copyright ©2018 S. M. Shuford
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