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Masquerade
Left, right, forward, back...
All dance under the high-domed ceiling
with chandelier fixtures suspended in air
and heavy draperies cast aside.
Left, right, forward, back...
Long dresses sweep the floor
while worn-soled leather shoes tap gently
and soft guiding symphonies reverberate.
Left, right, forward, back...
Pairs of black and white mingle about.
Some linger whilst the rest dance,
save the darkest couple of all.
Left, right, forward, back...
Black fabrics cover each face save the eyes.
And still these bodies sway;
they sway to the other's steps.
Left, right, forward, back...
A tear has fallen unheard,
a moistly streamed cheek unseen,
two bare faces now exposed.
Left, right, forward, back...
All pause and fall silent;
there is silence all around
save violent whines and gags.
Every head faces the anomaly
only to turn away.
For they fear the day
when their masks must fall in suit.
The painstaking cacophony proceeds
but is soon drowned by disregard
and undoubtful negligence
which preside amongst all save two.
Left, right, forward, back...
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Written in pain and a racing mind, the poem had no purpose as i wrote. Only looking back at it was i able to see a social interpretation to it. Perhaps that was intended. More so, an influx of societal and relationship matters. I feel as if i cannot put into words exactly what i hope to say. I can't craft the words to magnanimously portray my exact thoughts. Maybe that's why i use metaphors and abstract approaches.
This poem, however, is very open to any person of any mind or history. And your's proves very sharp, my friend.
Clever that you caught on to that. I was really hoping that people would realize that. Yes, one simple anomaly will not change the course of everything else; one break-up is not the prophecy of a post-apocolyptic earth; and one rule broken is not the sign of war. True, there is a chain cause-and-effect to life, however, every detail in the world is minute. Life does not slow down, and people will simply not care. Whether it be their ignorance, arrogance, or whatever, nothing will change. In my case, it was a break up.
How unique everyone perceives this poem. I thank you.
I wrote this not 30 minutes after i broke up with my girlfriend. It was over something she did to me. However, i got back with her a month later--renewed. I felt as if i knew her better, that i had such a profound level of understanding. The same went for her. As if we were enlightened. After we sorted everything out, we practically became one. So deep were we consumed in the other.
You caught what inspired me to write the Masquerade. Thank you very much.
There are several ways in which someone can approach this. You, and the two other people who just commented on it, all got each and every one of the interpretations which i intended. I'm shocked that such a thing happened. Actually, quite honestly, i had no intentions as i was writing this down. The words just transpired from my pen to the paper. But when i looked back at it, i realized these three perspectives. Societal, philosophical, and romance.
I am very very glad that you saw what you saw. In fact, you're the first person to ever mention that one. I applaud you for your vision. Thank you very much.