The Mask… For those days we can’t be ourselves.

Posted: May 3, 2015 in Pete's Poetry and Song and General Scrible
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The Mask

A coat for the rain
Pills for the pain
Breaths for the stress

A mask for the day ahead
Amongst the living
Despite the dead

© 2014 Peter Anstiss

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Comments
  1. sunherisufi says:

    She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew. ( Shel Silverstein) 🙂

  2. frankregan17 says:

    Succinctly put Pete

  3. frankregan17 says:

    Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
    To the point

  4. Some days we do just give the blanks there due, never knowing we actually left the house. Nice write.

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