These Faces.

Drowning in These Faces.
______________________

I Tire of
Drowning
in These
Faces, for
Days and
Nights on
End..

(with Shadow
Mornings in
Between.)

and
Looking
in The
Strangest
Places,

For A
Love that's
not Pretend.

(or an
Unobtainable
Dream.)
_

The World
(in Youth)
seemed Brighter,
when I was
a Foolish Child..

until I became
an Outsider,
who Wanders
through the Wild.

(Lonely on The
Inside but convincing
with These Painted
Smiles.)
_

The Faces
Consume Me..
like Black Tides
sweeping across
an Endless Sea..

(which is oddly
Never Moving.)

And everyday
feels like Drowning!

(with Shadow
Mornings in
Between.)

J.Stephen.H.