Wet Face
The cold, icy water caught my attention
I splashed my face, but
The mirror failed to reflect the
Anguish emanating from my eyes
How early my soul solemnly dies..
The water dripping down my chin
Struggled less to track down
The invisible contours of my face,
I breathe, I hate this elusive race
My head pains
Paralyzed, I am from my senses
My heart beats mechanically like an old radio tune
I see my scarred, expressionless face
And try to seek the illusions that baffle my mind,
Is there no one else of my kind?
I despise this weary world
Friends no longer seem to invigorate like a breeze
Blowing away my sorrows,
Smiles escape from my poker face;
It is now, when I realize that
Every winter, I can't dream
For the one I thought would be my spring
Has abandoned all of me..
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