After Discovery
Since I discovered songs
are masquerades chasing
sorrows and solitude
into exile, I do not wake
without it in my mouth
or on my palms, asking
God to make me a repellent
for anything cloudy,
for that is where grief
hides under the mask
of nature, until it kills.
Great words here. You really have a hold on them – “masquerades, solitude, repellent”. Lovely poem. You are extraordinary!
Thanks, Angel. You don’t know how delighted i am. Thank you, again.