Permanently Affixed

Too many people seek distractions.
Hoping facts never to face.
Praying for a deceit that fits.

Too many people seek attractions.
With a hope to distract facts,
That someday from them will be erased.

And those masks worn to replace,
Faces charading become permanently...
Affixed.

Leaving distacted faces masked,
Never again to face facts with hopes...
Delusions will never from them be erased.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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