Consistency

The skin
Was peeled from his face
Or, more likely torn
Judging from the frayed skin
That surrounded his now red neck

His eyes were closed
His brow, if you can call it that
Was furrowed-
But it didn't seem to be from pain
Aggitation, perhaps?

Then eyes
Multiple pairs of eyes!
They began to protrude from his face
Every where they could
They did
And any way they could
They did
So long as they fit

They squeezed through the exposed muscle
And the raw flesh
Surely burning from the exposure
His face was becoming more and more deformed

There was no covering
For these unwelcome things
Due to this
They remained constantly open
Constantly gazing
Constantly emotionless

But his original pair
His own eyes
Remained calmly closed
His brow still furrowed
In aggitation
Or perhaps concentration
Maybe frustration
I'm not completely certain
Though, whatever the case
It failed to be what I expected

For surely, it wasn't due to pain

Author's Note

I'd love thoughts on this one. Opinions are always welcome, as is criticism. But if you could dig deeper, I'd like that a lot. :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

To take someone apart. What can we find? I liked this poem. I felt the want to strip away fake face and see real sorrow and pain. I liked the honest tone and story told in the words. Made me want to know and understand more. The poem made me feel sad. Thank you Nicole for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nicole Laszlo]

Can't lie, it came to me at a rough point in life. So the sadness wasn't mistaken. There was definitely a certain air of the man in the poem feeling vexed with the world. I'm glad you liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like the poem and you are welcome Nicole.