The Invisible Knife

When the lights are now out
At the fall of the curtain,
When the singing and dancing are over
And only the shadows and silence are certain,
I take off my fancy and happy mask.
I go home to my desolated room
And battle with my personal demonic creations-
The dead past, I endeavour to exhume.
They think me jolly and full of life,
But deep is the wound from the invisible knife.

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