WILFRED JOHN - IN MY TUBULENT MIND

But I choose instead to
Withdraw into myself and
Pull on my well worn mask
Of positivity
We go way back
My mask and I

More years than I care to admit,
Even to myself

So weathered now From overuse
Thinned to the point of transparency
Yet moulded perfectly to my face
Its vast knowledge of
Every contour gathered from
Repeated visits to me.

My practiced smile looks so genuine,
Although that it is merely a well honed skill


Crafted to perfection to conceal.
Rarely are we separated.
Like an old friend dropping by,
It comforts me awhile.
but day in night out
let him crick and crack
Relentlessly the groins of each who
Crouches there

In disgust at myself, I discard it
In my heart I allow myself to
Feel the aching pain of lost love
Missed opportunities
And wrenching regret.
I reproach myself over and over
In my turbulent mind.

WILFRED JOHN

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