`` Nameless Face
by Amy M Fitch
Deranged, secluded, and aware,
Alone in a crowd of a billions.
Thoughts of darkness,
The numbness is scared.
I will wait;
Today is just my hiding place.
I heard my voice echo to me,
But the tones were unfamiliar.
Thought I would scream until I could bear,
But no one would really hear me.
My eyes are clear,
And yours are gray,
Clouded and oblivious.
I pity you,
Yet I loathe you,
I'm not sorry that I cannot help it.
I will stand here,
And I will watch you stay there.
And I will know all that you cannot.
And I will feel all that you cannot.
And I will hate your innocence.
Posted on 02/25/2002
Copyright © 2022 Amy M Fitch
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/06/07 at 04:04 PM|
The first word pretty much caps it, but you have fleshed this out with frightening inner thoughts and one remembers the tiny cliff some of us teeter on. Most effective.
|Posted by A. Paige White on 12/07/07 at 03:14 AM|
You definitely succeeded in capturing a certain type of darkness. This poem named a face of fear. Scared numbness. Been there, done that. Congrats on POTD!