the faces

the faces by phil burns

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the faces

the faces change but the people don’t
they all act aggressively
one man becomes another
who lies weeping helplessly

the city workers laugh and joke
they have no worries no concerns
they know that they are getting paid
no matter what they might have earned

my brothers arrive surprisingly
they are seldom seen together
the fact that most distresses me
is that one has been dead forever

my sleep is restless quite disturbed
my dreams terrifying and vivid
so different from my waking thoughts
which are mundane and insipid

the rain comes down in torrents
the streets are greased and slick
the more I think about my world
the more my heart is sick

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1 Response to the faces

  1. Really great content !

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