Camelion

There was a time where we’d set roles/ But then
That fell apart/ And now we have/Everyone
Scrambling for answers/What to do?
What to do?/And so we have/Each learned
To wear faces like masks/Take off
when not needed/ Peel on when do/Be sure
You’ve bought the right cleaner/ Don’t let
A single speck/Be seen on it/The skin
Beneath sore to the touch/And filled
With boils because/It cannot
Breathe/A society of lepers/That from
Some distance seem/Bursting with smiles.







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Written on 2026-05-15 at 14:58

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melanie sue The PoetBay support member heart!
This is definitely a poem for contemplation. But, as I read, it merges 2 concepts, a changing outer skin that blens in and a mask that covers the true face. And voila! It is the invention of the Camouflage mask that operates like a chameleons skin.
The smiles--- are they real?
That is a personal perception that might be wrong or might be right.

The premise is expressed very well. I like it.
2026-05-15