Face
Sedated in a worried state, he awaits for the promise.
Borrowed time ticks away the waves of today, waves forgotten.
Repetition has infected his rumination, the waves wash water onto a cloudy shore.
Reflections.
Reflections that mask his biological being, beginning with his face.
It is going nowhere, here to remain, lost on the cloudy shore.
Don't dare look upon it.
Copyright © Kristopher Curran | Year Posted 2013
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