Faces
BY Mark Miller
04/21/2017
Open eyes
To start again
With cold embrace
One living being
Still beats a heart
In state of trance
No voice is heard
Outside the doors
Quiet remains
Shuffle about
Day's of night
Who goes there?
Unseen unheard
Image devours
This place nowhere
Not tick or tock
Just cloak of air
Seems to be
Point entry Hade
Why no one visits
Or do they know
That I’m not here
This place of old
House bitter cold
Shall I leave
Soon I hope
No matter where
Just out of here
Some comfort face
Sure would help
For Time has left
In longing waste
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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