Faces

 

Faces appear in my light,

Staring down from the ceiling,

Visual of torment and despair,

Blank eyes, abused care,

Lost in crystal transparency,

Light passes through, no substance,

Tears slide dry along cheeks,

Mouth moves, no sound comes forth,

Forms names of love,

But can not say them,

Not a sigh uttered,

Actions of a desperate dream,

Glass over the pain,

Faces of illusion,

I start,

I cry,

For it is the reflection,

Of my own visage.

 

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