Andrea Smith Poet I do not know?

The Faces That I See

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH DREAD IN MY SOUL

A FEELING ON LONLEY UNHOLY AND LOW

I LIT A MATCH TO LIGHT MY WAY 

THROUGH THIS TORRENT OF TORMENT AND PAIN

I LISTEN INTENTLY FOR MY ONE LOWLY BELL

THAT SIGNALS MY LEAVE FROM THIS PLACE I CALL HELL

I SEARCH EVERY DAY THROUGH A MASS OF FACES

ALL OF THEM TORN  DISTORTED AND DEAD

LOOKING FOR ONE I SEE IN MY HEAD

LOOSING MY SANITY MY COOL AND MY CHARM

HACKING AT MEMORIES THAT ARE CAUSING ME HARM

I CANNOT EXPLAIN WHY I DO THIS TO ME

BUT EVERY NIGHT HIS FACE I DO SEE

THE LIGOUR THE BEER AND WINE DO NOTHING

TO EASE THIS UNSETTLING  FEELING OF DOOM

SO I STAY AND I SCREAM AS I LOOSE MY MIND

AND I CANT HELP BUT FEELING I AM LOOSING ALL TIME.

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