Faces
Written June 20, 2015
They'll find me in a week
In the outskirts of some state park
Up creek where I seeked
To become a man
Beneath this blistering sun
And these internal ominous clouds
"Yes, I'll make my father proud"
That foolish banter would be my downfall
And I'll breathe my last breath this fall
I see a face staring me down
In this river's crystalline crest
Reflecting tidal, undulate lines
It looks so pretentious, so meek
So long to the faces of old
So long to this face staring me down
They'll find me in a week
Beneath this river of souls
Trapped in this claustrophobic canoe
Feeling stuck in these shoes
Running through memories
Of who I'd meet after the show
If I'd swim though the face staring me down below
They'll find me in a week
They'll wonder why I worried so much
About what they thought of my pride
What was kept on the inside
Father the culprit
In this aquatic demise
But there's one more surprise
All the faces attended the wake
But for heaven's sake
It's only been a few days
And they'll find me in a week
When I'm ready to be found
When I can see their tears
When I can hear them cry aloud
They'll find me in a week
When I'm sure that he's proud
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2015
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