Gervic's Poetic Explorations

The Masks I Wear

The Masks I Wear

Joy,
A mask
I must wear.
Conceal my ire,
My hatred, my wrath.
The world I'm in dragged me
Then pushed me to do the worst.
I'm a shattered piece, ne'er mending.
The wounds, the scars, remained fresh.
This world is vain, I had no room to live.

I dreamed to breath in a life's ebullience.
Let time fleets and let my wounds to heal.
To flee from iniquitous cloak
That burried me ever since.
I dreamed, I longed, I wished
To find happiness.
Yet even if
I tried, I
still feel
sad.

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Prompt: Image 1
Type: Double Etheree
Line Count: 20 lines
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Description:

The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1