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The Poetry of... CHRIS LAWERY

THE MASK

All feeling in abeyance kept,
The mask is on the face serene,
The things o'er which I would have wept
Hid deep within not to be seen.

The door slams shut, is locked, made fast,
Let numbness claim my heart.
The actor takes the stage at last
And hides his tears to play his part!

Copyright © 1998 by C.L

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