Thespians. Poem by Butch Decatoria

Thespians.



We all wear varigated faces,
However slow or fast the paces
The emotions bubbling drums
Expressions glum or numb
I wear all masks but hatred's.

My words are more than spoken,
Heart dies loudest when broken.
A Sadness that's a wasteland.

Thursday, December 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,spoken word
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Butch Decatoria

Butch Decatoria

Olongapo City, Philippines
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