Masquerade | A 100 Word Story

#343 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

We all wore masks to hide our face
From such a vile and ghastly place.
We chanted and we drank all night
Till morning came with first light.

Some were tired and so they slept
While others knew the outcome and wept.
For the youth gone by so soon,
And the laughter left behind with the moon.

No one wanted to remove their mask,
A common revolt from the simple task.
When morning comes we must reveal,
Our one true selves, that was the deal.

I removed my mask and tossed it away,
Ready at last to seize the day!