[Calann]: 135.Poetry.Maze (Imprisonment)

Living in the midst
of an array of masks
for protection against all those eyes

on her, observing every move
Each façade different
yet perfectly mastered and

carried out artfully
Her skin is warm and radiates like the sun
but cold to the touch for

wearing all those faces, she is lost
Looking in the mirror on the morrow
the poor young dame does not recognise herself