A look of death, your face is white–
I do not ask, to be polite;
Instead I comment on my day
And grasp for other things to say.
Your eyes don’t ever meet my sight.
I know that you are not all right;
I try to make my words invite
The truth behind your stark display:
A look of death.
I should have asked what gave you fright,
A rude response but one that might
Have torn the curtain, brought a ray
Of sunshine into dark dismay
And fended off this morbid blight:
A look of death.
Jan 09, 2013 @ 03:01:42
The look of death can really be frightening and unsettling!
exquisite piece!
Jan 09, 2013 @ 22:44:19
Indeed it can–thank you so much!
Jan 10, 2013 @ 04:07:40
Deep ~ disturbing ~ familiar …
Jan 10, 2013 @ 13:38:06
Hmm–it’s very sad that this is familiar to so many. Sometimes if we only were a little closer to someone it could make a world of difference.
Jan 12, 2013 @ 02:16:08
Goodness, thanks for writing this. It put words to emotions for me.
Jan 12, 2013 @ 11:33:26
Really? That’s wonderful! If poetry can illuminate inner dialogue, then it has gone above and beyond it’s duty and reached the heart. Thank you so much!