The things we show in the masks we wear The things we hide in the masks we wear Tiny invisible killers fill the air Leading to choices about the masks we wear The coughs that seized breath in her chest Lead doctors to the masks they wear She offers up hopeful wordless prayers of pleading To an ambivalent god in the mask it wears All the mourners dressed in black that still cared Came with lessons learned in masks we wear Nothing changes over one life passed Thomas, Thomas, the mask I wear
I thought to change things up I would try a different poetry style on Sundays. This was my attempt at Ghazal poetry. More information on this style can be found here.
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