The masks of Illusion

Have died down

All is quiet

All is sound

There is a stillness

That wasn't there

Before

Amongst the chaos

Nothing was clear

I looked down

To see through

The veil

Where it thinned

Unmasked

Itself

"Where will I go from here?"

I asked

"You will see when You go"

It replied

Comments

Caroline Marie (author) on October 04, 2019:

Thank you John :)

Thank you Lorna :)

Thank you Mark :)

Caroline Marie (author) on October 04, 2019:

Thank you Gypsy :)

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 04, 2019:

A wonderful sense of mystery here.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 02, 2019:

Many unanswered questions within this poem. Masks of Illusion is a great name for it. Good work, Caroline.

Lorna Lamon on September 02, 2019:

I love the sense of mystery woven into this lovely poem.

Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on September 01, 2019:

Intriguing poem. The mask, such a metaphor for mystery.

Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on September 01, 2019:

Intriguing poem. The mask, such a metaphor for mystery.

Caroline Marie (author) on September 01, 2019:

Hi Eric I know that you asked what style of poetry this is a few times before. LOL. I wish I had the answer. I always write from stream of consciousness. Maybe that helps. Thank you for reading. :)

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 01, 2019:

What is that style of poetry called