MASK
Insisible sledge hammers strike,
their blows ring though the soul.
Havoc and confusion rule here,
pain allowed its harsh toll.

Truth's anonymity no more
will reside in this pit.
It is forced to the open dark
from which the mask is rip't.

No where else may the exposed self
live, save in the cloaked night.
With none to scrutinize the lack
of character and sight.

Hope is deceiving, worth naught
to despairing spirits.
Future, just an intangible
idea starved to be lit.