About the Poem
What is it you feel when you feel nothing? When you know you can't make a difference. When daily interaction with the world is just biding time. When the person in the mirror isn't even you. To me, it feels like I'm faceless.
|by Michael Anderson
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 sift 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.
With darkness on high blanketing the sky,
Does anyone understand me at all?
Stirred, but not shaken, I awaken-
The virility of hope for a tomorrow.
If only to be taken, ‘er forsaken-
By the groping shadow of Sorrow.
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