These are the faces I never want to forget...
They elude my mind like a far but
very present sore at the
back of my scaled vision.
I beg for the scales to be lifted so
I may finally see truth.
That perhaps,
in suffering these faces find peace.
That their ashen skin may be a facade for the
oil annointed souls that live within.
Their tears form pools around my feet.
They dampen my toes drowning them
in warm waters of stories untold.
These are the faces i cannot forget.
Their small hands reach out
craving for a single touch,
rough and hard and fearful
still they yearn.
A line of 'eye-water' traces a harsh line
on my watching soul.
They elude my mind like a far but
very present sore at the
back of my scaled vision.
I beg for the scales to be lifted so
I may finally see truth.
That perhaps,
in suffering these faces find peace.
That their ashen skin may be a facade for the
oil annointed souls that live within.
Their tears form pools around my feet.
They dampen my toes drowning them
in warm waters of stories untold.
These are the faces i cannot forget.
Their small hands reach out
craving for a single touch,
rough and hard and fearful
still they yearn.
A line of 'eye-water' traces a harsh line
on my watching soul.
... please make yourself at home ... 