Hello for the second time today, I thought that seeing how it has been a very strange week and the internet breaking has caused a delay in the podcast, that I would throw a random little poem into the mix.

    With this poem I was originally trying to write a short story but somehow it turned into this. Like I often say, I don’t know if it is any good, maybe not, but maybe it is a peek into the human soul itself? Enjoy!

The Crown and The Mask

By Daniel .M. Brown

My mask it is merely cracking,

It will hold together a while longer.

But my crown, it has slipped,

And it lies broken upon the floor.

My cape however is long enough

To conceal the gold fragments on the floor.

So ask of me they do,

What is different?

And I can cover up the missing crown,

Why it no longer sits upon my head

I can explain with little lies

I am not in the mood is sometimes enough,

The questions stop and thinking me odd

They are satisfied that the crown remains.

Just not worn,

Due to a quirk of character.

One day though the cape will be tattered and torn.

It will no longer cover the broken crown.

The mask will crack and fall from my face,

People will see me, for the first time.

My face, my eyes, my lips.

Revealed to the world, how strange I will seem.

Eye to eye, face to face, for the first time

People will know what has been behind the mask.

Behind the cover, behind the safety.

Behind the lie.

Thanks for reading,

Until the next time as always,

Look after yourself and have fun,

dan