GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 190

UNMASKED... I feel like unmasking With my breath gasping As no one stops by, to look at me again, My heart bleeds, each drop dripping the pain While the red quietly drizzles Splashing the grey, passing through the night in a dribble, Like the faltering breath it at times stops To mix with and inundate the waterdrops, No one can see, nor feel the melancholy, 190