Disguises As Faces

DISGUISES AS FACES

Love of a mother gone stale
Hunger of a child to weep
A holy ghost become pale
The price of life’s too cheap
An ocean to deep to drown in
A sky too high too fall
A happy monster that’s frowning
An engine too good to stall
Innocence is growing up fast
Love’s gone on a long vacation
Hatred has been made to last
The devil’s work an angel’s vocation
All these things in my forgotten mind
All these things the world sees blind

-poet Darká