Masquerade

@Uootem


The poet sighs,
              pen still in hand,
                          a page moist with ink
                                          offered for critique.

the one... subject of so many words
              smiles a tender approval,
                          a flourish for posterity,
                                          a kiss of gratitude?... but none

The poet sighs,
              presenting perhaps an eloquence
                          of such raw emotion
                                          that enlightens the craft...
                                                          yet is not understood.

Later, in dimly lit moonlight,
              with another stroke of the pen
                          the poet's masquerade fails
                                          his heart shattered
                          in soft folds of servitude around feet
                that often ache with cold.

The poet sighs...
                for he knows what he has revealed.