Masked – by Dr Harold

Expressionless faces

Scarred by sundry blemishes

Tarnished many times over

By different people, different places.


Disguises created by exigency

protect me from a cruel world

Concealing these weary eyes thus

closing the windows to my psyche.


Like an island, I remain

Isolated from these tangible dimensions

Sheltered in an armor of self-sufficiency

Oblivious to worldly pain.


Revelation will come tomorrow

Facades all forgone

Beholding all my natural beauty

unMASKED for all to know.