Faces

Written June 20, 2015 They'll find me in a week In the outskirts of some state park Up creek where I seeked To become a man Beneath this blistering sun And these internal ominous clouds "Yes, I'll make my father proud" That foolish banter would be my downfall And I'll breathe my last breath this fall I see a face staring me down In this river's crystalline crest Reflecting tidal, undulate lines It looks so pretentious, so meek So long to the faces of old So long to this face staring me down They'll find me in a week Beneath this river of souls Trapped in this claustrophobic canoe Feeling stuck in these shoes Running through memories Of who I'd meet after the show If I'd swim though the face staring me down below They'll find me in a week They'll wonder why I worried so much About what they thought of my pride What was kept on the inside Father the culprit In this aquatic demise But there's one more surprise All the faces attended the wake But for heaven's sake It's only been a few days And they'll find me in a week When I'm ready to be found When I can see their tears When I can hear them cry aloud They'll find me in a week When I'm sure that he's proud