About the Poem
What is it you feel when you feel nothing? When you know you can't make a difference. When daily interaction with the world is just biding time. When the person in the mirror isn't even you. To me, it feels like I'm faceless.
Faceless |
| by Michael Anderson |
| In dark dismay I recall a day- With word and pen so fine in fashion. Mellowed away to shades of gray, Today I just pine for that passion. Yet void of rest I take the test, Facing another graceless day, alone. Giving to the quest my generic best, Faceless to this world, turned to stone. So damned to drift along the rift- Of teasing emotions I can't feel. I search and sift for one to share my gift- The silky sand oceans of ordeal. With red-rimmed eye, a solemn sigh- Echoes the wonder in my call. With darkness on high blanketing the sky, Does anyone understand me at all? Stirred, but not shaken, I awaken- The virility of hope for a tomorrow. If only to be taken, ‘er forsaken- By the groping shadow of Sorrow. |
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2 Visitor Comments
jessica
this is an excellent poem! i can totally relate.
Linda
*sigh* how did you get into my heart and get all that out? :)
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