Poem Hunter
Fates Creations
KR (29/08/1988 / London, England)

Fates Creations

Poem By Kaspa Richards

Like a warrior who’s lost his courage
Or a ballerina who’s lost her grace
Lost I am in the middle of the night
Searching for where I left my face

I was nine when asked if I was fine
And I first slipped the mask on
Though now the line is “that was my worst time”
But with a mask the truth was now gone

The mask would come with me always
To hide in awkward situations
Situations that come every day
Running away from fates creations

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