Faceless

A faceless crowd screams in my eyes
Someone lost inside tries to see through
A set of broken blinds composed of bone and air
Echoing ghosts of memory like a digital telephone
Creeping slowly down the winding stair
Come across pieces of crushed mirrors like hushed stars
Flailing nightly in a void one cannot avoid
Something stolen in a prison made to hold those without a key
An insidious now that dies
A faceless crowd screams in my eyes .



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Written on 2022-02-03 at 00:13

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, the imagery makes the poem speak for me.
2022-02-03


LacyxDevine
Very powerful, gave me goose bumps
2022-02-03