Eustache Dauger

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We all have an image. An image that others see of us based on our actions and intentions. This should be something genuine and beautiful about someone. However, sometimes people get so caught up in
making their image perfect for each and every person that they trap themselves behind a "mask". This poem is a cry for people to take their masks that keep them in bondage off.

Submitted: September 03, 2018

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I remember when a precious smile stretched across your face.

Genuinely full of joy and peace and grace.

When anger came it burned like bullets, exploading out the gun,

But when the bullets hit their mark, the volley would be done.

 

Now my heart aches when I glance at you, and all that I can see

Is a slave, barred behind a smile, longing to be free.

The bullets that you used to fire at others passing through,

Are threatening your life because the gun is aimed at you.

 

You're locked behind a cage you made, 

Sentenced to a death that's paid.

I'm just watching hopelessly

As you waste your life away.

The noose around your neck today

Can simply begin to fray

If you would trust in Jesus,

He is the only Way!

 

I hate the plastic mask that you think you have to wear.

Throw it off, open up. I promise Jesus cares. 

I can't do it for you. You have to make a choice.

Heed these words of loving kindess spoken by my voice. 

 

 

 


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