POETRY

Masquerade

A Short-Form Meditation

Have you ever danced with skeletons
in your closet?
Have you ever felt the pitch black atmosphere
smother your thoughts?
Life is a continuous dance,
A ball where death masquerades itself.
We are all our own skeletons.

© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

POET’S NOTE: This poem was written when I was 18 years old.

Image: AI-generated using Adobe Firefly; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.