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

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Anna Hopper

Date: 3/1/2018 7:12:00 PM

This is beautiful. I love your flow and it feels very raw and real

Mark Miller
Date: 3/3/2018 6:05:00 PM

Thank you Anna. I appreciate it. You're the real writer here so any encouragement is taken with respect. Truly.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 3/1/2018 1:26:00 PM

Hello Mark, there seems to be bad memories in that house,that hurt with too much pain. Best to leave that place. Have a nice day my friend.