Faces of Loneliness
Furtive glances mask the needs
Improperly. Her stillness wait inside
The fear where trust silently recedes
Of her hugging her mother's side
One day she left him in silence too
His eyes meeting no ones straight
And so they laughed and never knew
Why he stands only at the gate
I have no need for therapy or balm
My only cloak is this ancient faith
The second coming keeps me calm
And makes me different though they hate
Him upon th cross, abandoned so
He thought, wincing at rejection
I saw his face haggard with woe
And all our faces cornered by alienation.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2013
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