Faces
She stands on top of the defeated bridge
watching glittering faces speeding down the broken line
Fast moving traffic competing in dangerous races
staring vaguely at the damaged sky.
Sublime faces that once stood the test of time
watch the shady moments ushered by and an audacious chapter
slowly creeps in disrupting the city and everything within.
Reality is finally sinking in, once amused but now confused
the anxious hour has just began proliferating entangled hope
And passion wets the appetite of an uneasy sight.
They are scrambling around for answers but there are no answers
I listened to them singing songs,something terrible must have gone wrong
So they walked by without making a heartfelt cry
Faces that don't know where they belong washed upon the shores
Faces as young as three days old looking at the forgotten sky
and seeking a way to get by.
Faces warped up in silence staring from a distant
manipulating its own laughter
Historical faces dries up with tears
reminiscing and telling tales of age old legend
Empty street
Empty land
Empty house
Empty man.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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