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`` 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.
02/25/2002 Posted on 02/25/2002
Copyright © 2024 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! |
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