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About This Poem
Face on the Wall
A face on the diluted wall
Sign that days are really bent
I can’t pluck my eyes from this form
It seems that this face is Hell sent
Face is distorted, he’s in pain
Like the leaving of a loved one
Always hurt he crunches his face
He looks like he’s lost, like he’s done
Staring off into dismal space
Never to see the light of hope
Love will never enter his heart
There’s no way he can ever cope
Terror of his lines on his face
Brings about certain kind of fear
I want to hide from this sad face
I find myself crying a tear
I turn to walk from this hurt face
I will never look back again
He did burn an image in me
He is one who’s lost among men
Russell Sivey
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