Drifting Through Faces Poem by Charles Thomas Carter
Drifting Through Faces
Bludgeoning box-car brows in beatitude,
Hammering hostile hearts to gravely ground,
A sound,
A sound I hear...
The lives within are clamoring for attention;
But I am lost in the narcotic,
drifting through faces;
no voice will overpower me.
Begone. Begone you bobble-headed wraiths.
I slam I shut I speak I spell I scream I soft I silence.
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