Faceless

In dark dismay i recall a day with word and pen so fine in fashion.
Mellowed away to shades of gray , today i just pine for that passion.
Yet void of rest i take the test , facing another graceless day , alone.
Giving to the quest my generic best , faceless to this world , turned
to stone.
So damned to drift along the rift of teasing emotions i can't feel.
I search and shift for one to share my gift the silky sand oceans
of ordeal with red-rimmed eye , a solemn sigh echoes the wonder in my call.

Reviews

[The Language of Birds]

"So damned to drift along the rift of teasing emotions i can't feel." I think this is the best line in the poem. Also, as far as rhythm is concerned, your first two lines are well placed. If your full poem had that tightness, it would be even better. Also turned was spelled "truned' accidentally I imagine.

This is good work, truly from a searching voice. Keep it up.

Regards,

Jim Churchill-Dicks