A Man Behind The Mask

In bed alone

unable to sleep

a young man’s mind

begins to wander.

Retracing his steps

he is at lost for words

as he reaches a ditch.

A ditch

he has dug all day.

A living grave

full of regrets.

A tombstone

covered in shame,

engraved in pain.

Strength removed

he pretends.

Rejecting fate

he extends.

Grabbing hold his power,

filling the hole.

The young man kneels,

He touches the ground,

feeling the weight of gravity,

he flies,

landing in a position of rest,

his mind begins to drift,

as his mask loses its hold

causing his soul wake.