The Face On the Wall
The face in the wall
Stares at me all night long.
It’s calm in the morning
And judgeful at night.
It calls in my sleep
And laughs when I cry
Yet I can figure out why it turns when I laugh
The face in the wall
Isn’t so tall
Yet I can’t seem to reach
for it always swipes me off my feet.
While I try to ignore
how well it’s hollow eyes match mine.
010822
Copyright © Isabel D.Catrin | Year Posted 2022
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