Catch Up

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Catch up

The mask I wear has strings
attached. Two I have tied,
two more hang down like
pigtails, swaying as I walk.

My tongue pulses round
my mouth in search of
that tooth I cracked, yet
afraid of its sharp-edged scar.

It feels as if I have lost
a part of my life and I am
running in circles looking for it.
I guess I’ll catch up with it
someday, and when I do,
I hope it will know me
and tell me who and what I am.

Meanwhile, the mask clings
heavy to my features
and prompts me in the new
role I must play. My friends
walk past me now
and do not stop to talk.

When I look in the mirror,
I no longer recognize myself.
All my ID is fake. The success
of my disguise fills my empty head
with a sudden sense of shame
and I know the sound of sorrow.

15 thoughts on “Catch Up

  1. If I walked past you I’d talk. Deep work here, I can feel so much from this and it makes me sad, but that’s when you know your writing has depth… It’s been far too long Roger, I hope you are feeling better. Havnt heard from you in a long time, hope your OK. I’ve got a lot of new stories and as always would love your feedback. My latest story PHONESTRUCK is gaining ground, would really like your take

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