The Bloodstained Bandage
The bloodstained bandage
I can't remember the words,
The snappy headline or the clever pun,
But they must have been one
There always is, to tempt a wry smile
At the cleverness of the author
But I just remember a picture
Faint, grainy in my minds eye
Of a bloodstained bandage
I don't recall the wearer
Male, female, old, young
I suppose it didn't matter
I just remember the white cloth
...
Monday 1st July 2019 9:12 pm
Masks
What mask should I wear today
Happy to beat sad, colours to beat grey
A mask to trick, a mask to decieve
A web of lies is easy to weave
A new face of confidence, free of fear
Laid on thick, so no cracks appear
Cracks like desperation, depression and pain
Covered with false confidence, it's a task to maintain
We all rely on our masks, to protect and to hide
Frightened, embarrassed, to sho...
Tuesday 25th June 2019 8:08 pm
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