Masked Figures

stevietrix By stevietrix, 26th Nov 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A poem, after a while of not writing anything at all. Comments are open.

Masked Figures

We’re Stuck
So Dark and Cold
In this Place.

Everyone Shivers
Everyone is Quiet
And Still.

We’re All
Sitting Here
In the Dark.

Like a Poet
With Nothing
To Really Do
So I’ll just Do

We’re Waiting
For the Executioner.

Masked Figures
Come in
Take One
And Leave.

Doesn’t Matter
If a Man or Woman
Child or Baby.

We’re all Shivering
In the Cold
Waiting for
Masked Figures.

Craving for Warmth
And Warmth
Comes and Goes.

They say
The Sun Rises
But We Remember
Never-Never-Ever Land.

They Say
Better Forwards
Than Backwards

But We’re Pretty Sure
We’re Going Backwards

Or Head First
Than Feet First.

But Where is First?
And Where is Last?

And Tell Us
If You Can
Tell Us

Where Do We Begin?

Will We 

Ever be 


Because We’re Already


If you’re Reading

That One Literally

You’re Totally Off


We’re the Same

You And We

Aren’t so Different. 

We’re All Shivering 

And Trying to Keep Warm

While Waiting
For Masked Figures
To Take Us.

And Don’t Count
On Love. 

The Executioner
Hardly Ever
Takes Two.


Cold, Corruption, Dark, Dark Poetry, Death, Executioner, Life, Night, Poetry, Sun, Warmth, Winter

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