Saving Face

"birds of a feather flock together"

When my energy lay on surfaces,

I can only scratch

The inadequate half

Of a necessary whole.

 

When the mirror won’t face me,

The public detest

Maintains my unrest,

Too well they know my soul.

 

Hung a veil over this lost face

Losing my sight to

Hide from the light

But I still hear that old drum roll.

 

Those splinters strike the surface,

The candid (re)percussions

Echo self discussions

And suddenly I know.

 

They dance upon the waves,

I dive into the depths,

They live for things I say

I will no sooner meet than death.

Reviews

[Emily B]

there is something in the rhythm of your words

[Alicante lullaby]

i adore your writing style...its dark and brooding...

[Ed Hart]

it takes a long time to unscramble the mess they pass on to us